Mary Grace Writing

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Christmas Crystals

With dampness in the air they clingto just about everything.Every limb is painted white,making night a bit more bright. ©Mary Grace van der Kroef 2020
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Six Word Stories (7)

This is my family’s first winter in the south. Our original home is Northwestern, Ontario. This Will be my children’s first green Christmas. The little bits of snow we have had have been a joy for them. It’s like they have never seen the stuff before despite living in it up to our ears for…
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My Journey With God/Believable Books

Early last week Ericka Clay from Believable Books reached out and asked if I would contribute a gest post for her website. I was honoured to be asked, and this morning the post has gone live. If you wish to read it, please visit Believable Books via This Link. Check out the rest of the…
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Christmas Orange Collection

1 Sent permeates air citrus juices flow and squirt orange is happiness
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When Creativity Holds Darkness

Anyone in the habit of communicating their creativity has had moments where their work is tinged with shadow. Some artist thrive in that dark place. Are you one of them? I walk the line on how dark the words I write are, and don’t believe in denying the sad, angry, or even ugly emotions and…
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Six Word Stories (6)

Empty. Slowly I am learning it is not something I need to be afraid of. It offers the choice, “What will I fill myself with?” The last 5 years have also seen my need for silence grow. It whispers to me, “Come and simply be.” In that silence, in my emptiness, I glimpse things that…
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Oneness All Our Own

Warmth of oneness all our own, a wealth neither has ever known. Together in a permanent state under the firmament.
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When Creativity Hurts

Does being creative ever hurt you? Does the stroke of a paintbrush, the writing of words, or the blink of a camera shutter bring on tears? Honestly, sometimes for me creativity hurts. But I don’t think creativity itself causes my pain. I believe when I dig deep and stirs up things I have bottled inside,…
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Remembering Grandpa

Remembering the smell of you Sawdust, rich and fine Remembering the touch of you Prickly whisker hugs at night
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Reservoir of Tears/Kitchen Sink Magazine Issue 2

My poem “Reservoir of Tears”, was included in this latest edition. I encourage everyone to follow the link provided to read this free edition. They have included a great variety of pieces by poets and writers of many experience levels and backgrounds.
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