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Among his published books are Library Rain (poems), Conestoga Zen Press, 2019 which was named a February 2019 Exemplar by Grace Cavalieri and reviewed in The Washington Independent Review of Books; Howling Enigma (poems), Conestoga Zen Press, 2018; Pavement (poems), Blue Light Press, 2017; The Philosopher Savant (poems), Glass Lyre Press, 2015; Bum Cantos, Winter Jazz, & The Collected Discography of Morning (poems), Blue Light Press, 2013; The Wine-Dark House (poems), Blue Light Press, 2009; and Crazy Star (poems), Loess Hills Books, 2005. His honors and awards also include Pushcart Prize…mehr

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Among his published books are Library Rain (poems), Conestoga Zen Press, 2019 which was named a February 2019 Exemplar by Grace Cavalieri and reviewed in The Washington Independent Review of Books; Howling Enigma (poems), Conestoga Zen Press, 2018; Pavement (poems), Blue Light Press, 2017; The Philosopher Savant (poems), Glass Lyre Press, 2015; Bum Cantos, Winter Jazz, & The Collected Discography of Morning (poems), Blue Light Press, 2013; The Wine-Dark House (poems), Blue Light Press, 2009; and Crazy Star (poems), Loess Hills Books, 2005. His honors and awards also include Pushcart Prize Nominee (seven times, 1988-2010); featured writer, DMACC Celebration of the Literary Arts, 2007, 2008; and finalist, New England Review Narrative Poetry Competition, 1985.
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About the Author Rustin Larson's fiction has appeared in Delmarva Review, Wapsipinicon Almanac, Tower Journal, and The Iowa Source. His poetry has appeared in The New Yorker, Iowa Review, North American Review, The Penn Review and Poetry East. He is the author of Bum Cantos (Blue Light Press), The Philosopher Savant (Glass Lyre Press) and Pavement, winner of the Blue Light Poetry Prize for 2016. Praise for Rustin Larson In "The Philosopher Savant Crosses the River," Rustin Larson now winds his words several notches closer to a phantom sense of the certainties we once thought we could assume - the way life promised a few solid things, perhaps "the purpose of life," which now seems sold door to door as "an abrupt change," if anything. Words in their ordinary sense have been released from those customary connections, and often seem spoken from a place of floating far below meaning's surface, as if a sedimentia abounding in the reasoning of tea leaves or some other structure of correspondence beyond our normal grasp were sending messages to the surface of the page. And yet we are inclined to wholly accept their truths, given who the sayer is. Even adrift on this raft of free-floating words, the voice, the tone, the presence of Rustin Larson is moored in every line - the dark humor, the human suffering and human song, the impingement of childhood memories, the direct gaze at the sane absurdity of the world, have only gained ground. "Philip Glass articulates / our brains in music," he says, and with a craft of impeccable syntax that holds onto the same roots as Bishop's or Larkin's, he, too, articulates those deeply patterned structures that give us hope and keep us here, reading on. - Audrey Bohanan