#lance larsen

[contremineur]

I was almost happy. When I closed my eyes, flecks of blue coalesced then began to rise.

Lance Larsen, final lines to Dear first draft of this poem

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[aesthetease]

[beguines]

Lance Larsen, "After Reading Song of Songs I Take Out the Garbage"

[tlhopkinson]

Poetry Central - prompts & resources via Utah Division of Arts & Museums

Poetry Central – prompts & resources via Utah Division of Arts & Museums

  Poetry Central was originally created by Lance Larsen, PhD, Utah Poet Laureate 2012-2017 and is hosted by the Utah Division of Arts & Museums. “Poetry Central is a clearinghouse of information for teachers, students, and anyone else interested in reading and writing poetry.”

The page includes many links to key poetry resources online and also includes an amazing list of prompts contributed by…

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[jshoulson]

Today’s Poem

“All Puffy and White, Goldish, Harpy, and Angelonic” --Lance Larsen

This the neighbor boy’s exact description of heaven. Which he blissfully ad-libbed from the pulpit, like some Shackleton on laudanum describing the white hell in which he was forced to sacrifice his own sled dogs. But laced with tenderness. Take that, Saint John of Patmos, take that, Thomas Aquinas and dour Kierkegaard, with your cubits and mystic ecstasies and dialectical ladders. Something about that nasal teenage voice, all mercy, lifted me out of the morass of nettles I call my life. He wore a fauxhawk and flip-flops, a Star of David etched in ink across the back of his right hand. Not for symbolism, but for the fun of it. Next week a smiley face, the week after that thunderbolts. Oh, to be seventeen. I was already back in the nettles, clenching and unclenching my fists, like a seasoned sled driver deciding which of my loyal huskies to eat first.

[mythologyofblue]

Two musics washing over me, and morning asks,   which loneliness comes closest to the inky chromatics inside you? How can I answer?   The cricket in the tarantula’s cage chirrs the next world. Meanwhile, scraps of Chopin float up the stairs on my wife’s trilling fingers which played me whole worlds ago, last night, when I was buried in we.

-Lance Larsen, “Want Song” +

[tlhopkinson]

What are these Utah poets up to?

What are these Utah poets up to?

In January of 2015, my friend and fellow poet Bonnie Shiffler-Olsen and I embarked on a new poetic adventure–one that I am certain will become a staple in the Utah literary community for years to come. We were searching for a creative and academic poetry community, one where poets could share, learn, and support each other. And so began Rock Canyon Poets.

We are proud to announce our…

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