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Robyn MacKinnon·October 11, 2020

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This publication is part 227 of 469 in the series Robyn Finds Poetry

Fantasy of The Teahouse

written by: Robyn MacKinnon

@art_rat

a fantasy of

at the tea house tomorrow

need them for my soul

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

Illustration description – a drawing of a glowing teapot emitting steam. The steam coils up, branching out and sustaining 6 teacups on saucers, each containing light green tea.

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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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