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Contempt
Read more: ContemptCrumpled papercreased beyond repair,cast in exasperationfrom a corner, glare. Proof of irritationan act of my contemptfor this, my situationfor being nonexempt. A deadness percolatesthoughts refuse growththe thing one loves,slowly steeped in loath. All a point of viewmutilated pagesilence feeding ghostsrising poets rage. ©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef
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The Truth and Lies of Poetry
Read more: The Truth and Lies of PoetryThere is power in poetic verse. Words roll off the tongue like music, and lose us in the sway of emotions that flood each word. But what about the messages hidden within poetry?
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A Six Word Story (30)
Read more: A Six Word Story (30)Sometimes I feel like an overturned cup of confetti… Until I remember cups are for holding liquid, not everyone else’s bits and pieces. Confetti wants to be thrown around, shared, and bring colour to the world. Remember, it’s okay to throw those bits around, as long as you clean up after the party is over.…
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The Worth of Early Works
Read more: The Worth of Early WorksMaking room for a new and better isn’t wrong, but maybe we should hang on to one or two of those learning pieces. Treasuring them like we do the scribbles and hand paintings of childhood.
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Would You Go?
Read more: Would You Go?If one could step out on waves, feel the liquid coolness flow, where would you go? Ride the tide, watch moonlight collide with creatures, microscopic soul.
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One Year Old!
Read more: One Year Old!Today is the day! Mary Grace Writing is officially ONE YEAR OLD! I am a muddle of disbelief, pride, exhaustion, and determination.



