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Swimming With Some Friends

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Author: Robyn MacKinnon

Robyn MacKinnonFebruary 19, 2017

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Swimming With Some Friends

found poetry

written by: Robyn MacKinnon

@art_rat

forward momentum

twinkling constellations

Swimming with some friends

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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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This publication is part 42 of 156 in the series Robyn Finds Poetry

Gabriela M

Gabriela M. was born in Europe and presently lives in the United States where she is a university professor. She published three novels in her native language. In 2017 she started writing poetry in English. Since then her poetry has been published in various journals and newspapers. Her favorite poets are the symbolists and the surrealists, and her favorite novelist is Lawrence Durrell. She is a fluent speaker of three languages. She spends her time teaching, researching, leading a university-wide organization, working on her novel, and writing poetry. She mostly spends her vacations in Miami, Southern California, and Southern Europe.
Christina Schwarz, the author of the New York Times bestseller Drowning Ruth, after reading Gabriela M’s poetry manuscript stated:
“With lush language and lavish imagery, Gabriela M. evokes a fantastic world ripe with emotion.”

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