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My Racing Snail

Robyn MacKinnon·August 4, 2024

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This publication is part 405 of 466 in the series Robyn Finds Poetry

My Racing Snail

written by: Robyn MacKinnon

@art_rat

my racing snail

I secretly saved the thing

I’d seen this movie…

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

Illustration description: Black and white image. The left side is occupied by a looming, swirling shape. The right contains the haiku in the top corner, seen in wavy, black Cambria Bold Italic font. The shape of a snail’s antenna sweeps right under the words. Below this dips the form of the snail’s back, presumably in what passes for a high speed snail run.

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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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