"One leaves the world of Erasable Walls exhilerated, with the sense of one's own world enlarged and enhanced." -- Bruce Bennett, Harvard Review
Erasable Walls is a series of elegant personal meditations on the always evolving self. These beautifully crafted poems show a degree of mastery that's rare in a first book. Though quiet and subtle, Larsen's voice is also nervy and truth-telling, with considerable cumulative power. -- Chase Twichell
I have been waiting for Lance Larsen's first collection for years, knowing it would be an event. It's here, and there has rarely been so assured an introduction, nor one so clearly of our time and yet firmly in the tradition. The poems are all strong, the best of them superb. -- Leslie Norris
From the Publisher
A wealth of quiet surprises, family poems, meditations from interestingly skewed and unselfconscious perspectives, as in "February 1922; My Father's Conception," in which this poet imagines his Mormon grandparents-to-be illicit love in a bunkhouse closed down for the winter; and in the poem "Lips," where a young boy digs a grave by the side of a road, "the sides chiseled/clean, as if I were uncovering a hole/already there," as his mother stands nearby holding in her arms the family's dead cat wrapped in Visqueen. All this boy can think of is his mother's lipsticked, beautiful lips--"I don't know the color/but wet-looking and waxy a favorite/kind of candy all at once."--while he works slowly, digging the hole deeper than it needs to be, not wanting to give up this intimate moment. These are illuminating poems that rise up from and out of the poet's Mormon upbringing in Colorado and Utah.