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Times of Trouble

If you can’t get out of the house, and you can’t afford to order a book, or cannot have a book delivered, and you want to read some humble poetry/prose mix-genre, DM me and I will mail a free .pdf of “The Salty River Bleeds.”

Si no puede salir de la casa, y no puede permitirse el lujo de pedir un libro, o no puede recibir un libro, y desea leer un humilde género de poesía / mezcla de prosa, envíeme un correo electrónico y le enviaremos un correo .pdf gratuito de “El río salado sangra”.

Two Poems from Rustin Larson

North of Oxford

It was confusing.  It’s
like getting on the wrong
bus and arriving at the
wrong school.  It will take
a morning of frantic phone
calls for your mom to find
you.  And then you still
might get a slap.
Well, it’s October now and I
still don’t care about baseball.
I feel maybe someone will give
me cartoonist trouble, holding
my life together with aspirin
and duct tape.  The fish
of words will swim through all
the paper.  Thanksgiving
is exactly the same up there,
except in October, and they
are still loyal to the Queen.
It’s like getting on the wrong
bus and arriving at the wrong
Now, I have a handful of
believers.  The globe shakes
its oceans off onto the table,
and it is a wonder we
construct mail boxes out of
milk cartons; we send each
other Halloween greetings…

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MEDITATION ON RADIANCE SUTRA #77 – a poem by Elaine Fletcher Chapman — Amethyst Review

MEDITATION ON RADIANCE SUTRA #77 I close the blinds to traffic on Harpersville, trash people threw last night while passing. Later I will pick up plastic cups and wrappers from Sonic and McDonalds. Cigarette butts. I open the blinds facing the reservoir, morning light through the newly budding leaves. Some call it scrub brush. I […]

via MEDITATION ON RADIANCE SUTRA #77 – a poem by Elaine Fletcher Chapman — Amethyst Review

With a Language that Flies Straight to the Truth


The Salty River Bleeds by Stephen Page

This is genuine good writing. This is not a walk in the gew gaw shop of strained emotions and overreaching images. This is writing carved from the raw material of actual living and work. There are narratives and there are lyrics with each word penetrating its subject like the point of a knife. There are good guys and there are bad guys and they are all exposed with a language that flies straight to the truth. “How long did you take to flay those sheep whose skins lie so limply wet in your truck?” Pay attention. This guy, Stephen Page, is going to make some noise in the shining cathedral of poetry.


–Rustin Larson, author of Library Rain https://rustinlarson.wordpress.com

Book: https://www.finishinglinepress.com/product/the-salty-river-bleeds-by-stephen-page/

“I Can Breath in a Small Town”

Stephen Page’s Literary Rep breezed through Indiana, stayed a few days in Indianapolis, ate healthy food, and donated books to libraries and bookstores.

Beech Grove Branch Library

Kranett Public Library

Garfield Branch Public Library

Fountain Square Branch Public Library

Indiana State Public Library

Barnes & Noble Indiana University





“In The Lateness of the World” by Carolyn Forché

I am looking forward to reading this:

Carolyn Forché

Carolyn Forché is an American poet, translator, and memoirist. Her books of poetry are Blue Hour, The Angel of History, The Country Between Us, and Gathering the Tribes. Her memoir, What You Have Heard Is True, was published by Penguin Press in 2019. In 2013, Forché received the Academy of American Poets Fellowship given for distinguished poetic achievement. In 2017, she became one of the first two poets to receive the Windham-Campbell Prize. She is a University Professor at Georgetown University. She lives in Maryland with her husband, photographer Harry Mattison.

The Boatman

Carolyn Forché