Mary Grace Writing

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Reading ‘What My Body Said’

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Release Day Thank you!

Today I have filled with gratitude for all of the people who have supported me on my writing journey so far. If you have purchased my book, make sure to let me know by emailing me a selfie of you and The Branch That I Am, or take a screen shot of your favorite poem’s…
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Biscuits

Biscuits, sad, lonely.Creamy middle licked away.Left on table tray. ©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef
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Six Word Story (41)

Water is one of earth’s natural mirrors and puddles, the perfect place to start an adventure. Do you view self reflection as an adventure? I would argue that you should. Taking a good look at ourselves is scary. Is there something there we don’t want to acknowledge? There are also many good things about ourselves…
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Six Word Stories (40)

This world has broken my heart. So much discord, and lost faith. I turn about, not knowing who or what to trust. Broken trust is not a laughing matter. But I have hope. You see, I trust in a God that has made it his business to fix things, and they are always far more…
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Six Word Story (39)

Is it sinister? Or two sisters bearing their souls to one another?
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Purple Stain

This one shrivelled.That one plump.In a rush as I sort the circles. Pluck a stem,one is smashed,mold has grown.Remove before decay infeststhe rest. Tip toeing throughmy morning test of time economy. Juice runspurple and sweetness.Marking the edge of fingerprints. Box packedwith noon time edibles.Ready for the day.Wave goodbye.The purple stain remains. ©2021 Mary Grace van…
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Six Word Story (38)

They are small, they are fierce. Why do we underestimate them so? Why do we deny they are reflections of what still lives deep inside of every adult heart? Cherish those hearts, be they in the bodies of 2-year-olds, or in full-grown adults with all our learned coping mechanisms. It’s never too late to be…
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Six Word Stories (37)

I am so small, and that climb is so high. There is no railing. What makes the difference? A guiding hand to help me hold my balance and keep me from filling backyards while I take one step at a time. What if I can not find that hand? What if I am alone? What…
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How do You Catch a Cloud

How do you catch a cloud and pin it down? Or corner a thing that floats in wisps ethereal wings?
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