Robin Wyatt Dunn was born in Wyoming in 1979 to two Angelenos. Despite this, he didn't move to Los Angeles until thirty years later. Now he finds himself drawn to the frozen north, to get a Phd in creative writing in Canada.
Here is my bed
But it is not my bed
Or perhaps bed is the wrong word.
It is closer to a door
Whose hinges, if not always at the highest polish,
Remain oiled.
But it is not my bed
Or perhaps bed is the wrong word.
It is closer to a door
Whose hinges, if not always at the highest polish,
Remain oiled.
© 2018 Robin
Wyatt Dunn
Robin Wyatt Dunn was a Featured Poet at the May 2018 Second Sunday Poetry Series
Robin Wyatt Dunn was a Featured Poet at the May 2018 Second Sunday Poetry Series