#robert krut

[contremineur]

Robert Krut, final stanzas to The ocean

read the whole poem here

[joannemerriam]

Book cover for Oh Oblivion by Robert Krut (Codhill Press): In Oh Oblivion, Robert Krut presents poems written from the island between lives. They look out on a world disappearing, filled with the surreality of a city where a cardboard box containing a human heart awaits discovery (“Nocturnal Cartography”) to a country where gasping birds cough up coins in a now-drained lake (“The Loons”). Standing in the space between worlds, the poems take a hard-earned stock of where we are but make a toast as we step forward on uncertain and unseen ground. https://www.codhill.com/product/oh-oblivion/

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Book covers for:

Oh Oblivion by Robert Krut (Codhill Press): In Oh Oblivion, Robert Krut presents poems written from the island between lives. They look out on a world disappearing, filled with the surreality of a city where a cardboard box containing a human heart awaits discovery (“Nocturnal Cartography”) to a country where gasping birds cough up coins in a now-drained lake (“The Loons”). Standing in the space between worlds, the poems take a hard-earned stock of where we are but make a toast as we step forward on uncertain and unseen ground. https://www.codhill.com/product/oh-oblivion/

Bouquet of Love: A My Secret Valentine Novella by Anne Shade (Bold Strokes Books): It’s been twenty-five years since English teacher Alyssa Harris was on the dating scene, but romance is too old-fashioned for love in the digital age. Tennis coach Collette Roberts doesn’t think so and sets out to sweep Alyssa off her feet. https://www.boldstrokesbooks.com/books/bouquet-of-love-by-anne-shade-4816-b

[missedstations]

“The Furnace” - Robert Krut

The house next door is all one room. No one lives there. The house next door is one big room. A furnace in the center. Last night, I walked in. No one has lived there for years. I’m telling you now, the scarred furnace was lit. Inside, flames tethered to coals. There was nothing on the walls. Except a single painting of a painting: a room with a furnace. I am reporting back so you know. I removed the painting to find a hole in the wall. Copper wires humming a ghost harmony. Your name was scratched into the picture frame. I put the painting back. The furnace inhaled its flames. It went cold. I walked out the door to no one. I was on fire.

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Streaming online for the first time: The short film, "THESE ARE THREE POEMS FROM LOS ANGELES," featuring poems from Robert Krut's collection of poetry THIS IS THE OCEAN.

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"39 Poems Left in the House When Henry Walked Out and Disappeared," from the book This is the Ocean, by Robert Krut

"I'm Going Under," by Alright Alright, from the EP Songs for Secret Societies

[bibliomancyoracle]

you can try to shave it down but the thunder has started,

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from "RADIOING THE FLOOD" by Robert Krut

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