stopping by the river on November 9, 2025
A poem
The depths of me are stirred
and something brought nearer the surface
as I look out upon
the rain upon and the wind crossing
wide waters.
About the Creator
Gabriel Huizenga
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 Creative Endeavor" Unofficial Poetry Challenge
That's right - I am so pleased to announce the opening of my third ever unofficial challenge on Vocal Media! It has been very inspiring to me to see how many folks have developed brilliant unofficial challenges, and even more so to see how many members of this creative community have showed up in droves to support and share stories. I hope the market for these unofficial challenges is not too oversaturated for me to slip this one into the mix - I really hope that the originality of the prize system for this one gets some folks excited. Thank you kindly for stopping by, whether or not you join in; your taking the time to read my work and consider my ideas means more than I could ever hope to put into words. :)
By Gabriel Huizenga2 months ago in Poets
Violence Begets
"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
By Adam Diehl3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
I felt that. Just last week we had a vicious wind/rain storm here, and I swear the ocean was rising up to meet me. Wonderful, relatable piece, my friend. Well done.
Such lovely and thoughtful imagery :)
Beautiful, sir. Beautiful and emotive. Such a succinct piece too. Bravo!