Rob Dyer

"I lived in New Orleans until I died there. I have been writing for 13 years, I don't know why, but I cannot stop now. I have been recognized by several respected sources such as Mad Swirl, Deuce Coupe, Epic Rites Press and Vox Poetica. 

The more I write, the less I know "

Read Rob's poetry: 

• keys

• upright notions of bipedal hipsters

• uncomfortable

• muliebrous

• we do

• strangers

• make it work