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Robyn MacKinnon·May 12, 2025

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Waking Dream

written by: Robyn MacKinnon

dream and wakefulness

come across today, give them

the next century

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

Illustration description: A dark background with what looks like a pink, green, and yellow nebula emanating from the center. Occupying the center and in front of the nebula, a blue eye peers seemingly through the fabric of space, which buckles slightly around it. Behind this and on the left, an ornate, bronze coloured Steampunk watch sits behind a black and white checkered floor. The floor extends across the width of the image, covering most of the lower half and tilting upward from left to right. A flock of seagulls flies from the top right corner down and post the lower right side of the image, behind the eye, but in front of the watch and over the chess board flooring.

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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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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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