Poetry Drawer: 2 poems by Rus Khomutoff
Rus Khomutoff is a neo surrealist language poet from Brooklyn. You can find more of Rus’ work here on Ink Pantry.
Rus Khomutoff is a neo surrealist language poet from Brooklyn. You can find more of Rus’ work here on Ink Pantry.
Rus Khomutoff is a neo surrealist language poet from Brooklyn. You can find more of Rus’ work here on Ink Pantry.
TO EXIST BETWEEN ETERNITIES WILD NOTHING LIKE THE EYES OFTHE SKY AXIS INFINITY DICTIONARY OF OBSCURE BLISS /COMEFORWARD WITH YOUR VISCERA AND VIOLENCE AND SHARE MYWINGS/UNLEASH YOUR SPIRIT BENEATH THE RAMJET ALLEGROTEMPLE OF THE NIGHT SKY A NEED FOR MIRRORS … Continue reading
You can find more of Rus’ work here on Ink Pantry.
CALENDAR OF MARBLE REINCARNATION METALLIC TASTE OF ASHES BURNING FEATHER THIS SECOND HE….THE UNMISTAKABLE EROTIC LANGUAGE MUST NOT DECEIVE US/AUTUMN CRY OPULENCE LIKE A TRIANGLE & A DUEL/NEW ARCADES BECAUSE OF BECAUSE WINDOWSPEAK PLUM NUDITY & NULLITY/STORYINSOIL EXPRESS OF SEMITONAL … Continue reading
These poems are taken from Rus’ new collection, Color Poems, available here from Orbis Tertius Press. You can find more of Rus’ work here on Ink Pantry, including an interview…
Vitality of Literature Subtending void,vanished time,actualizingmy absence. Sempiternal wordscreated life —please preservemy presence. Motion & Stillness in Rustbelt City (Buffalo, NY) Seeking the heart of a citymay be a false quest:is not each human heart,each structurein the built environment,each shape … Continue reading
Vitality of Literature Subtending void,vanished time,actualizingmy absence. Sempiternal wordscreated life —please preservemy presence. Motion & Stillness in Rustbelt City (Buffalo, NY) Seeking the heart of a citymay be a false quest:is not each human heart,each structurein the built environment,each shape … Continue reading
Overthrow he self/an airborne disease, a beautiful thing that never happened/glistening in the rays of a distant supernova, mercurial staff take your breath away/pirate blood/nautical dawn/wild blossom/intercept canvas redux, church of trees scream in silence. There was superimposition & worry … Continue reading
Rush Week Thinking now Of the barbaric rites Of our young days, Fraternity rush at Chapel Hill, A kind of ritual mutilation: Invited, I suppose, because I’d been to Boarding school, but quickly turned away, Not at all like them, … Continue reading