Tag: woman writer

  • The Worth of Early Works

    The Worth of Early Works

    Making 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?

    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!

    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.

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  • Electric Lights

    Electric Lights

    Eyes so tightly shut, dark edges shimmer red. Electric blotches painted in yellow’s glowing thread.

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  • Six Word Stories (29)

    Six Word Stories (29)

    Trees are more like people than we often think. They hide so much beneath the ground, just like humans hid part of themselves behind pretending. Beauty, intricate personalities, strangeness, connectivity, how we and they reach out for each other. It’s often not until something unwanted, something uncomfortable happens and washes away the dirt, that we…

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  • Six Word Stories (28)

    Six Word Stories (28)

    Have you ever noticed how beautiful a well made path is? It guides in one of the most unassuming ways. “Please walk here. Yes, you are free to step away, but the way has already been made ready for you.” The most beautiful paths enhance their surroundings, letting you explore without destroying. We use paths…

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  • Free

    Free

    No one saw me head to the ground, feet to the sky, pretending to fly. It would have made you cry hilarity.

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  • Lava Worm

    Lava Worm

    Was it a shriek of delight or fear? She didn’t know as it forced its way from her chest to the cavity of her mouth. A little heart pounded the rhythm of it as it bubbled into an audible note. “Stay back. You can’t catch me.” The floor moved. The carpet rippling right before her…

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  • Ink Spots

    Ink Spots

    bravery in pen work truth of staining spots tell the story of a heart stocked by fear but still uncaught

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  • Six Word Stories (27)

    I have always loved the simple things in life. A nice sharp crayon. A heavily weighted paper. Yet the latter never belonged wrapped around the other, even in my child mind. I would unwrap each individual crayon so that the whole could be used for making my pictures. As an adult, I am learning how…

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