September 13, 2021

Robin Wyatt Dunn



It Won't Be Enough (2018-10-22) poem unrhymed

Robin Wyatt Dunn was born in Wyoming in 1979. He is moving to Canada to study at the University of New Brunswick, the oldest public university in North America.

the art and the man (2018-11-26) poem unrhymed

"...looking not for exits but the horizon..."

Carmina Burana (2018-12-31) poem unrhymed

"...keeping count, on our phones, like a metronome, for the right hour to speak..."

there is no insurance for crossroads (2019-01-28) poem unrhymed

" its fall I hold your rage..."

Each Sip (2019-02-25) poem unrhymed

"...and the night keeps rolling past on pistons..."

Backtrack (2019-03-25) poem unrhymed

"...everything you're willing to ignore..."

Now (2019-04-15) poem unrhymed

"...Leaves pulled away from the canopy..."

Row the Mint (2019-05-20) poem unrhymed

" better shelter than heartache..."

On This Wake (2019-06-24) poem unrhymed

"...never doubt my love..."

the beatings are a drum (2019-07-22) poem unrhymed

"...under the blows a drum machine..."

sweeter than the end of the week (2019-08-19) poem unrhymed

"...the storm of love suggests and hides its cheek..."

Protect Me, God of the Woods (2019-09-23) poem unrhymed

"...Give me peace to see the light..."

What ghost cuts me (2019-10-21) poem unrhymed

"...white chieftain of the broken bones..."

Have an old house over your head (2019-11-18) poem unrhymed

"...Have the demon in your thread To wind about..."

What kind of reckoning is it (2019-12-16) poem unrhymed

"...what is the moral accounting system..."

dumb luck and pain (2020-01-13) poem unrhymed

"...burn the barrier, ignite the day..."

whatsoever may do, betrayer (2020-02-10) poem unrhymed

"...give me your heart so I may eat it..."

Religion is a tale (2020-03-09) poem unrhymed

"...the old jacket, mended in the Spring..."

They tried to take the mystery away (2020-04-06) poem unrhymed

"...The trees still watch and sing..."

Nine leagues west of the sun (2020-06-29) poem unrhymed

"...tell me the extent of your dreaming..."

Dog smells a fight (2021-02-01) poem unrhymed

"...they have stories that they never tell us..."

The sound of the scraping sky (2021-03-01) poem unrhymed

"...Atlas is explaining the nature of his shoulders..."

name the race (2021-04-05) poem unrhymed

"...curving solid over the sky..."

there are too many decisions (2021-05-03) poem unrhymed

"...which kind of nervousness to invite..."

some kind of murder (2021-05-31) poem unrhymed

"...a gentle drum easing the years into my stomach..."

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Robin Wyatt Dunn
Robin Wyatt Dunn

Robin Wyatt Dunn lives in a state of desperation engineered by late capitalism, within which his mind is a mere subset of a much larger hallucination wherein men are machines, machines are men, and the world and everything in it are mere dreams whose eddies and currents poets can channel briefly but cannot control. Perhaps it goes without saying that he lives in Los Angeles. However, he is moving to Canada.

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