Gabriel Huizenga

Joined November 2022

126 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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Winter Poetry
words, bound together raft and roof on high snow-seas bearing, being, warmth.
By Gabriel Huizenga3 months ago in Poets
A Goldfinch, Puff'd. Winner in Small Heat Challenge.
A goldfinch, puff'd round 'pon the feeder, past iced glass Alights this bleak day.
By Gabriel Huizenga3 months ago in Poets
the summer before senior year
I do not recall when exactly it happened for the final time when last we gathered around a late autumn campfire young bloods, ichor pounding in our hearts and ears
By Gabriel Huizenga3 months ago in Poets
Everfire
A friend of wisdom claimed, once that come the end of one's long day, We might, each person, merely have but one or two real things to say;
By Gabriel Huizenga3 months ago in Poets
Creative Endeavor Unofficial Challenge UPDATE/REMINDER!
Hi all! I just wanted to post this as a quick reminder/plug for my ongoing Creative Endeavor Unofficial Challenge, for which there are still about two and half weeks of submission time open! There have been ten BRILLIANT entries so far, for which I am deeply grateful and by which I am most inspired. I intentionally made the submission period quite long, however - so there is still plenty of time if any of you out there in the land of Vocal are interested in joining in!
By Gabriel Huizenga3 months ago in Poets
Lost Seed
I thought I knew what roots were mine - how this twisting story made some sense, how, when, and why it would turn out fine -
By Gabriel Huizenga3 months ago in Poets
The Vagabond, Grief. Runner-Up in Villanelle of Regret Challenge. Top Story - December 2025.
"I was once known as Love - a name all too brief," Spoke this strange shrouded waif, on a westbound train - "Losing my hearth, I am turned a thing called Grief."
By Gabriel Huizenga3 months ago in Poets
The Left-Behind Loon
To whom does the lone, left-behind loon call? His companions made for sun past the lake - Upon empty shores does his wraith song fall.
By Gabriel Huizenga3 months ago in Poets
The Garden
There is a garden for the faded things (this is where all wistful thinking springs) And the longer I live, the greater it grows -
By Gabriel Huizenga4 months ago in Poets
From the Cozily Rocking Eastbound Train. Top Story - November 2025.
Perhaps this scene, from the cozily rocking eastbound train, of the juvenile sleet clouds tentatively stretching their wings,
By Gabriel Huizenga4 months ago in Poets
The Many-Wintered Trees
I stand beside a few of the many-wintered trees who seem to have just remembered they ought to get dressed for colder days.
By Gabriel Huizenga4 months ago in Poets
stopping by the river on November 9, 2025
The depths of me are stirred and something brought nearer the surface as I look out upon the rain upon and the wind crossing
By Gabriel Huizenga4 months ago in Poets