Saturday, November 24, 2018
Canadian Whiskey Tastes Like Rain. by Robin Wyatt Dunn
canadian whiskey tastes like rain
and old mountains
the rip of the sun
and the nap of peace
the barrel burial
to reap the sea
obin Wyatt Dunn was born in Wyoming in 1979. He is a graduate student in creative writing at the University of New Brunswick, Canada.
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