Watch Me Trick Ghosts

In Watch Me Trick Ghosts, Robert Krut reveals a city weaving between a surreal consciousnesses and concrete imagination, where speakers are fully aware that the scars of the world are turning neon ( Accidental Light ). Among them, spirits hide and appear in tree lines, behind bookcases, even etching a name into a street sign pole with a knife ( You Are the Street, You Are the Sleep ). These poems skillfully veer between lyrical moments of intimacy and urgent messages seemingly sent from the negative space surrounding a dream. It may be the case that fear is a blade held in a lung ( The Anxious Lever of Lowering Sky ), but in the quietest hours of night, strangers can connect through striking images that cast a spell.