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Thunderstorms With a Chance of Books

Robyn MacKinnon·September 20, 2020

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This publication is part 224 of 469 in the series Robyn Finds Poetry

Thunderstorms With a Chance of Books

written by: Robyn MacKinnon

@art_rat

donate lots of books

With a chance of thunderstorms

Following Autumn’s

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

Illustration description – A black raincloud appears to be raining both vertical downpour of grey and books of white. Everything is rendered as though paper cutouts – no shadows, the rain falling in strips on a lighter grey background.

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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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