Six Word Story (67)

Once, when I was little, I asked my dad what had happened to the forest as we drove through the Northwestern Ontario wilderness. The trees looked ugly and sad. Dead black things standing in silent testament to what once was.

Did you know that the black earth hides life? All we see is destruction, but the earth knows it as time to renew.

“The forest will grow back full of new life and food for the animals to eat.” Dad told me.

It can be the same with people. Don’t look at your burn out plots as lost. See them as places to grow new love.

©2022 Mary Grace van der Kroef

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Six Word Story (65)

Have you ever pulled a plant out of those flimsy plastic pots they start them in at greenhouses and garden departments? It always scares me when I do.

What if I damage the flower? What if I damage roots as I pull it from its home?

But the truth is, that little plant NEEDS to be pulled from the plastic, and planted in good earth. It won’t thrive confined like that, even surrounded by its siblings. That plastic tray was made to only be a safe starting place.

Don’t stay in your plastic pot. We are meant for so much more.

©2022 Mary Grace van der Kroef

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Miller Farm Fairy

Originally Written in 2009 while sending time in Bourbon Indiana on my Grandparents Farm. We enjoyed many walks down to the pond and dressing up in cattails and corn leaves sparked my imagination.

Her skirts are bound with borrowed twine,
Its folds of corn-leaf silk.
Braided reeds with clover, wheat,
Above a face as sweet as milk.

Her cheeks glow pink, her feet are bare.
Eyes a-twinkle in the light.
Heals they stain a healthy green
As they dance with all their might.

She is friends with the old elm tree;
Names the drying cornstalks.
Talks with people and things unseen…
But only till it’s six O’clock!

Then it’s off with her corn-leaf skirts,
Goodbye to pond and field.
For mother will be calling soon,
The table spread. It’s time to eat.

Bath with a story,
Sleep with sweet dreams.
Rest until tomorrow,
A day filled with many new things.

©2022 Mary Grace van der Kroef

Six Word Story (60)

Spring, a time many of us long for after a long dark winter. We grow again and unfurl our blooms… Just to have a frost crisp their edges.

Some of us weather it fine, some of us might carry blackened scars from unexpected transitions. Still, some of us might have to drop our first blooms. But don’t worry, you will grow new ones. Whispers of what once was, and promises of what will still be.

©2022 Mary Grace van der Kroef

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Six Word Story (59)

We overlook small things. But it’s often the smallest things that hold the most power.

Atoms and molecules, snowflakes. Building blocks of unimaginable potential, and sometimes destruction.

©2022 Mary Grace van der Kroef

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Winter’s Harvest/Paddler Press

Paddler Press is a new poetry and art mag based in Peterborough/Nogojiwanong, Ontario.” – From Paddler Press Home Page

It excited me when the editor of Paddler Press tweeted he was expanding the call for Issue Three to include Creative None Fiction. I had a piece I felt would be a great fit and jumped at the opportunity.

Deryck N. Robertson felt the same way and blessed me by including it in this great third issue of Paddler Press, All Together.

“Deryck is an elementary teacher, outdoorsman, composer, poet, husband and father.” – from Paddler Press Mast Head Page

“Winter’s Harvest” closes out this issue by inviting its readers to visit the world of my early childhood. It was great fun writing this piece and reliving the details when I called my parents to make sure I remembered correctly.

The Cover features “Unknown Terrain” by Julie Francey.

Paddler Press is a great edition to the Canadian and international word of literary magazines. I hope to see many more issues from them and Deryck.

All three Issues are available HERE. Enjoy the free digital download or order a print copy and support this great small press.

Mary Grace van der Kroef


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Six Word Stories (50)

Have you ever stood in the middle of a snowfall, and just listened?

Our world is so busy there aren’t many places quiet enough to hear snow. But I have been blessed to have lived in one of those places.

It can be hidden by the blowing of wind, but if you just stand and listen to the tinkle of it landing on a waterproof coat. You will hear joy.

The flakes never stay long. You can watch them melt almost instantly as body heat reaches out to their lace like structures.

It’s almost as if they never touched you. But the sound will live in your soul.

This winter, if you can, find a place to listen to the snow. It also sings for you as you walk though its drifts.

©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef


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The Pansy’s Purpose/Calla Press

I have again been honored by a publication on Calla Press.

The Pansy’s Purpose is a creative non-fiction story, told from the viewpoint of a small garden pansy. It’s a very personal story, and I feel it has found a perfect home.

The little flower was waiting. It sat quietly with its siblings in a plastic tray. The sun was warm, the waiting long. But what else was there to do?
A woman with tired, anxious eyes came looking for the right blooms. First impressions were important, things needed to be just right.

The Pansy’s Purpose

I invite you to visit Calla Press, to read the full story. Make sure to let me know what you think afterwards!

Mary Grace van der Kroef


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Second Dance

Morning rush, drive fast.
A cyclone follows closely.
Golden leaves dance twice.

©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef


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Six Word Story (46)

Many people are afraid of the night, and it’s true that menacing and dangerous things call it there home.

But not everything about it is evil. It was created for rest, not death.

Autumn is an in between. Its not night, but its also not daylight. Twilight, time that prepares us for rest, but still holds action.

©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef

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