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Robyn MacKinnon·May 18, 2025

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Human Imagination

written by: Robyn MacKinnon

a human being

human imagination

can be beautiful

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

Illustration description: A psychedelic vision. Front and center stands a small, purple stick figure, textured as though created from some kind of hardened paste. The haiku sits above in the same colour of purple, Comic Sans MS Bold font, and somehow throwing a shadow on an invisible tilted surface as though resting on it. The stick figure seems to emit a substantial halo of light. The horizon in the background seems to be tilted at about a 45-degree angle, sloping from top right to bottom left. All around, the shapes of ghostly lightbulbs float. The whole scene is coloured in vibrant hues, ranging from yellowish green to green to blue to purple.

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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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Suman Pokhrel is a Nepali poet, lyricist, playwright, translator, and artist. He debuted in 1999 with a poetry collection and has since published works, including translations of Shakespeare and global poets. His poems are translated into many languages and taught across South Asia. A two-time SAARC Literary Awardee, he also received Asia’s Inspiring Poet Award and was named Author of the Month by Spillwords in June 2023. Beyond literature, he works as a freelance consultant in socio-economic research, rural development, entrepreneurial development and creative writing. He began his career in Nepal’s civil service and later worked with international NGOs. He holds degrees in Science, Law, Business Administration, and Economics.

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