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Robyn MacKinnon·August 6, 2017

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Mermaid Fever

found poetry

written by: Robyn MacKinnon

@art_rat

laps on the river

Wish I was in the ocean

the mermaid fever!

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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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Ash Douglas lives in Newfoundland and Labrador, Canada. He works eight hours a day in a law firm in corporate finance, and the rest of those hours of his days he works on his writing. Starting a blog, Earth to Ash, almost eight years ago, he has and continues to explore all genres of writing with a special love for poetry. The stories and poems that he writes are deeply rooted in his youth, his family, and his experiences in life to date. A year ago he began a Podcast reciting poetry and celebrating all things written word. His journey in writing has garnered him many publications of poems and short stories and is delighted and grateful to be a part of a poetry anthology set for publication in May 2024. He doesn’t claim to be a great writer, but he is enjoying the journey of becoming one.

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