Robert M. Larsen passed away suddenly in the Spring of 1993, in a hotel room in Laramie, Wyoming. He hated Wyoming. Why he was there we will never know. Among his affects was an envelope filled with lined notecards. On the cards were a series of poems, maxims and notes….
I’ve been wanting to have some place to promote my father’s writing and have finally gotten around to adding a page here for it, under the menu at: Robert M. Larsen. My father was an absurdist, a tactician and incredibly sharp. His work was romantic and he idolized the Moderns…
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