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You countered the global politics of loud presidential tantrums - Mette, maybe its your voice that can lead us forward towards a resistance through persistence - like phantoms, lost but not

for #OpenWrite Mette Frederiksen is the prime minister of Denmark

One last bank of snow huddles in the house shadows; beneath, something grows

for Algot

There always more drama than necessary, as if the kids won't sneak it to read it, to find out why adults have banned it

Raina, keep writing — your stories reach the heart of so many readers, and in Drama, the show goes on, in many different theaters

Write true, Raina, for through you, stories unfold the many unexpected sides of a world drawn in soft edges and bent lines

for #OpenWrite for Raina Telgemeier

Lift the snow blanket to find the slumbering grass, still green; filled with hope

At spring equinox, the flowers wake in cold soil, waiting on the sun

Ice, slowly melting; music with a rhythmic beat drip by drip by drop

Something this way came through these woods on galloped hooves; clumps on the horse trail

An unexpected late snow arrives by the night, and is gone by morn

A small pond, flutters with critters; tadpole squiggles like ink on the page

Percolator blues - waiting for the coffee pot and the mug I'll use

for Algot