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Robyn MacKinnon·February 2, 2025

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This publication is part 427 of 468 in the series Robyn Finds Poetry

Back to the Office

written by: Robyn MacKinnon

@art_rat

Back to the office

of AI generated

a shower in bleach

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

Illustration description: A note tacked to an implied wall. The words of the haiku appear on the paper in black Adobe Caslon Pro Italic font. The background appears as a vertical shower of bleak tv static.

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Robyn MacKinnon

I am mostly a visual artist, but I like to create "found poetry", specifically daily haiku made from the statuses of my Facebook friends. It was my Mom who started this, and officially passed the responsibility onto me when she became too busy.

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