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Lost Letters and Windfalls Book Launch

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Lost Letters and Windfalls is available for pre-order from Amazon! Given the pandemic, I will not be able to promote the book through in-person readings, so I would be grateful if you would consider purchasing a copy on Saturday, October 17, 2020, its virtual launch day! If enough people buy it on one day, it may get some attention on Amazon. Of course, I would be honored and thrilled if you bought it on any day! [image error]

Review from The Iowa Source

“Lost Letters and Windfalls”: Poetry from Rustin Larson

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A Strange Love Poem on Verse Daily

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Conestoga Zen

CONESTOGA ZEN ANTHOLOGY STATEMENT OF PURPOSE


Conestoga Zen, edited by Rustin Larson, is a vehicle of discovery and intense literary and artistic beauty. It contains poems, flash fiction, and creative non-fiction. All writers are invited to submit. Conestoga Zen reaches out to the world and its people in the spirit of good.


Call for work


Creative non-fiction and flash fiction: 500 to 1000 words. Send up to 3 pieces.
Poetry: 45 line limit. Send up to 3 poems.


Submit by email. Paste text in message field or attach a .doc file. Include a mailing address, a short bio, and phone number. Submit to rustinlarson@gmail.com.


Selected authors will receive one print copy. Additional copies can be purchased through Amazon and other online outlets.

Red Wing and other stories, l’Orangerie Press

Rustin Larson, $25, PO Box 1721, Fairfield, Iowa 52556

The Cave by Rustin Larson

North of Oxford

The Cave.

The most beautiful thing I saw today

was a damaged square of sidewalk

where an old butternut tree had fallen

and cracked it like a pie crust

revealing a hollowness that plummeted

forty feet down into an abandoned coal-

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mine shaft.A room with walls of coal.

I once entered a cave, felt an ancient comfort.Today

I woke in my room.When I meditate I plummet

and imagine I can understand bird song, the sidewalk

robin, “For this day we thank thee, for thy pie crust

we thank thee, for our lives…” The song falls

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down the long shaft of being to where I sit, fallen.

The cave was in Missouri; I felt at home inside; no coal,

just graffiti from Jesse James.I could see the crusts

of bread strewn in the bandits’ grotto.Today

however is blind.I pound the sidewalk

with a stick, hear its hollowness.Coins plummet

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Lost Letters and Windfalls, available for pre-order

“Among cornfields, junkyards, and a Dairy Queen, the eclectic cast
of Rustin Larson’s Lost Letters and Windfalls marches across a rural
stage: an old woman small ‘like a burlap bag/ full of nylons, ‘ family
members, angels, finches, the wind, the muse, and a young girl in a
Degas painting. The poet asserts: ‘The light falls upon all things. I
have/ my memory of you–quiet as a/ picture frame among all these
broken houses.’ In poem after poem, Larson captures images firmly
cast in time yet eternal–even slightly holy: ‘But here’s what we are:
each man, each woman, / each neuter object, a church.'”

“‘Listen, ‘ Larson urges, ‘the world/ begins in a moment.’ The
moments described in these poems are painterly and vivid. The poet
trusts only his ‘sense of touch.’ They conjure a world of isolated
stillness where characters can ‘choose to stand outside of ourselves
if we wish, the snow falling.’ But also a world of connection where
‘planets are fishing/ for us, wanting/ us’ and ‘[t]he moon is the
friend of the earth / and the earth of the sun.’ This is a book of small
tendernesses and lightning bolts that will stay with you.”
Nynke Passi, Director, MFA in Creative Writing, MIU

Literary Lounge

from l’Orangerie Press