Gabriel Huizenga

Joined November 2022

118 stories

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Twas for love of words that I first joined this site:

Poetry, especially, and dear short stories too;

For to live one's best is to read, and to write!

So find me in words here, and I'll find you 💙

Thanks for stopping by! :)

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The Man Born Blind. Second Place in Inverse Challenge.
Do I Yet Exist in this story That I might presume to Walk on by, unconcerned Even as I hear a fellow soul choosing to
By Gabriel Huizenga2 years ago in Poets
Still Learning
I am still learning to be wrong; To admit to myself that it is not strong To never need correction; and to always already know,
By Gabriel Huizenga2 years ago in Poets
Alone (?)
I am so tired. And I feel so very alone. * Alone in my faith, alone in my doubt; Alone when with others, alone when without.
By Gabriel Huizenga2 years ago in Poets
A Vigil's Ending. Top Story - February 2024.
Withered purple flowers whispered against the dark headstone. A notched broadsword was driven into the frost-covered earth beside the grave.
By Gabriel Huizenga2 years ago in Fiction
Hot Pocket Reflections, Version 1
When I was younger I had piano lessons at my Mom-Mom's house late each Saturday morning. She had lunch ready for my brother and I each time;
By Gabriel Huizenga2 years ago in Poets
Happy To Wait. Top Story - February 2024.
Birdseed slips between gloved fingers. Your body trembles from the cold, and from the strain of remaining still for many long minutes. Shifting slightly, you lean more heavily on the back porch’s low banister. Hands jut into the white abyss, bearing a small, dark, shaky offering.
By Gabriel Huizenga2 years ago in Fiction
The Thing
Almost there, surely, I’m almost there - Being a little better at guitar, or learning to make Candles will be the thing to do it;
By Gabriel Huizenga2 years ago in Poets
A Gift
Gazing out of a frost-tinged window Into the silver-blue mist and shrubbery - My hands are warmed by the dark liquid you bear,
By Gabriel Huizenga2 years ago in Poets
Not There Yet
What do I call strength? To always mean the things that I say - and, though I am not there yet, To say "I love you," without delay -
By Gabriel Huizenga2 years ago in Men
Strumming Your Praises
Simple and small yet able to bear so much feeling; You brighten the room and lighten the heart! You are easy to learn,
By Gabriel Huizenga2 years ago in Poets
Two Types of Writers
There are two types of writers in the world: (1) Those who believe to write well means to say things in as few words as possible,
By Gabriel Huizenga2 years ago in Poets
More Than a Word
When you are at the place where hope feels like only a word - an old, tired, broken one - I pray that a new wonder finds you.
By Gabriel Huizenga3 years ago in Poets