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Robyn MacKinnon·September 6, 2020

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Motivation Storm

written by: Robyn MacKinnon

@art_rat

and the lightning storm

forks of lightning split the night

It motivates me

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

Illustration description – Black and white image. A ball of electricity amid a darkened sky fractured by lighting. In the middle of the ball is a backlit, wild-haired figure, looking energized!

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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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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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