Series: Robyn Finds Poetry

Cupcakes In The Bathtub

Robyn MacKinnonMay 24, 2020

Cupcakes In The Bathtub written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat Self-isolation… 5 cupcakes in the bathtub music library NOTES FROM THE AUTH...

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Universal Algorithms

Robyn MacKinnonMay 17, 2020

Universal Algorithms written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat your algorithms now. shakes fist at universe "No, sometimes you sleep" NOTES F...

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Mapping The Apocalypse

Robyn MacKinnonMay 10, 2020

Mapping The Apocalypse written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat If you were to map signs of the apocalypse Where did we first meet? NOTES FR...

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Candles In Nova Scotia

Robyn MacKinnonMay 3, 2020

Candles In Nova Scotia written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat Our community in Nova Scotia tonight to hold a candle NOTES FROM THE AUTHOR:...

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Suncatcher On The Space Station

Robyn MacKinnonApril 26, 2020

Suncatcher On The Space Station written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat multi-universe suncatcher without the sun on the space station NOTE...

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Joy and Lightness

Robyn MacKinnonApril 19, 2020

Joy and Lightness written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat social distancing there is still joy and lightness aim to stop this thing NOTES F...

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Magical Make

Robyn MacKinnonApril 12, 2020

Magical Make written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat hope. And there is hope, through each other's creations of magical make NOTES FROM THE...

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A Time Change and A Full Moon

Robyn MacKinnonApril 5, 2020

A Time Change and A Full Moon written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat levels of feral a time change and a full moon have art ideas NOTES FROM THE AUT...

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Out of This City

Robyn MacKinnonMarch 29, 2020

Out of This City written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat out of this city leave some love for the others to the wilderness ...

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Guy Wearing a Mask

Robyn MacKinnonMarch 22, 2020

Guy Wearing a Mask written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat Friday the 13th conflicting information guy wearing a mask ...

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Power Flickers

Robyn MacKinnonMarch 15, 2020

Power Flickers written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat Sh*t. Power flickers :/ a while. tinfoil hats I shaved my head in ...

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Semi-Naked Cake

Robyn MacKinnonMarch 8, 2020

Semi-Naked Cake written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat semi-naked cake living in the upside down did cowboy paintings NOTES FROM THE AUTHO...

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Everybody Dance

Robyn MacKinnonMarch 1, 2020

Everybody Dance written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat the power of love needs to take over the world Everbody dance ...

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The Stitches

Robyn MacKinnonFebruary 23, 2020

The Stitches written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat Trying on a dress the holidays can be hard without the stitches ...

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Gerardine White (mostly called Ger) grew up in wild open country of West Limerick, Ireland. Her country life is represented in her poems and has a strong bearing on her core values and education. She inherited the skill of poetic rhyme from both of her parents and her Grandad – who were all fine poets and storytellers. Her education took place mostly in South West Ireland and the rest of it is gleaned from travel, from life, and from being an avid reader of all kinds of books. In recent years she has returned to poetry writing. This past year seeing her published in four Anthologies from Clarendon House Publications. She sees herself as a Spiritual person, very connected with life in all forms. She is happily married for past 20 years and currently lives in Sussex, UK. She enjoys healthy pursuits of country walks with a nice cuppa tea and chat at the end.

Resurrection by Suzanne Craig-Whytock

On the day that Budgie died, I was young and very sad. He was a pretty bird, always singing in his cage. Sometimes we let him out to fly around, and on that day, the curtains were wide open and he slammed into the glass hard. Momma put him into a shoe box and I cried as we buried him in the back garden among the lilies. The next morning, very early, I snuck out of the house and dug him up with a garden trowel because I wanted to see him one more time. When I took the lid off the shoe box, his eyes were open and his wings fluttered ...