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Six Word Stories (20)

The presence of light has such power. It can illuminate or bind us. Darkness shreds in the presence of even a single flame. It sets a mood and tells a story. It’s an element that shouts volumes, with just a whispered presence. Light is energy. Without it, growth is impossible. Nature has a way of…
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Joy

Found in simple spaceswhen lights have dimmed to easeweariness of day from shoulders prone. In the morning beamswhere radiance singsreserving stage for feathered accompaniment notes. Shimmers in the shadowslike the fuzziness of heat,but greats in bells that chime with chirping mirth. Often hid amidwide open spaceblending with a magic you can not trace. Given to…
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Keeping Creative in Isolation

What do you do when the quiet finds you, and won’t leave?
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Why is spring so fraught with rain? Why does it pour and spatter and spit? Dissolving snow and rinsing grime from my window pane, it’s like He knows the earth needs a good morning shower. Or is it grief, a liquid love? Does He weep for those who have fallen asleep in the cold shadow…
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When the Kids Are Home

Plush rug of red huesToes settle in to fibersFood crumbs giggle felt Satisfying thunkAs toys tossed in to trunkSound of spill down hall Peanut butter smileHandprints left on window, wallKiss smells of childhood ©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef
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I used to sit in the field making wishes on dandelion fluff. I once rolled through the tall grasses, collecting the white seeds on my clothes and dark curls. Helping them spread as I ran back to the house, arms outstretched. “I can fly!” I would cry, and daydream of Peter Pan and Tinkebell. It…
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Tresses

Tips bright with borrowed light.Soaked every strand,took command. Roots show through in ashen hugewhisper of years demands,open hands. Wisps arrayas standing troops,gently falling into loops. Crowning character.Grounding finger,through tresses linger. Catching thoughtsin websof morning knots. Pulled and furled,twist or braid,spreading gray is unafraid. ©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef
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In the age of information, I have been given the chance to write. The chance to tell my story in my own words. The chance to dream my dreams and share them. What a gift. I always knew that I would be at least a closet writer. But I never dreamed my form of expression…
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