Robert Lynn

2 days ago | thenation.com | Robert Lynn

Poems / May 13, 2025 For the Last American Century Ad Policy This article appears in the June 2025 issue. First, they didn’t let me on the moon. Then didn’t let anyoneafter a while. So children let their dreams get smaller, enoughto fit the pocket of the jean jackets each generation woreevery time they invented irony. Soon, in the cities, downin their white noise canyons, people got on with the getting on. Looked at their feet, mostly.

Nov 17, 2024 | hoerzu.at | Robert Lynn

BeschreibungNachdem sein Sohn an Heiligabend vor seinen Augen im Kugelhagel rivalisierender Banden ums Leben kam, treibt Brian nur noch eine Sache an - Rache! Und die wird nicht nur kalt serviert, sondern auch ohne viel Gesabbel. Geht eh nicht, da Brians Stimmbänder kaputt sind... Hollywood-Rückkehrer John Woo beschert uns einen Actioner, der sich aufs Wesentliche konzentriert.

Nov 12, 2024 | yalereview.org | Robert Lynn

DESCRIBE ONE FORMAL REALIZATION OR CHANGE YOU MADE DURING THE WRITING OF THIS POEM. Normally, I revise my poems 10–20 times before I send them out into the world, but I looked into it and this poem is an exception: I revised it exactly once. The initial draft ended after “The whole of everything wishing us well.” This felt wrong for a few reasons—not least that it was off rhythmically, abrupt in a way misaligned with the content.

Sep 22, 2024 | theatlantic.com | Robert Lynn

How often do things line up this nicely? Those sticks you gathered from the yard to spare the mower and piled behind the barn I let dry and used all summer for kindling. The rate at which you acquired and I burned them: nearly perfect. I loved this, the way our tiny flames merged and conspired while we stood watch. Restless, prodding. How we let them grow from our little stone basin— standing up, straightening out as if startled from bed. They got taller, sometimes your height, sometimes even mine.

Jun 25, 2024 | iowareview.org | Robert Lynn

so we had to invent him. The most expensivepublic art project ever built. Or it was at the timeanyway. My cousin’s neighbor weldedsome of the animatronics. Your uncle’sex-husband programmed the scepter,its lightning randomizer. This kicked ass. I thought it was worth it even justfor all the new species of birds issueddaily. The fifth and sixth seasons. The midweek weekend. I didn’t mindthe pronouncements, I’d never kept trackof rules in the first place.