Mary Haynes

Joined April 2021

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Mary Haynes splits her time between a romantic old sailboat in tropical waters and a beach home in Ontario. A wanderer, by fate, she embraces wherever she roams! Mary recently completed her first children’s book, “Who Ate My Peppers?”

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We continue. Some get up in the morning, some reluctantly, some with enthusiasm, some pull the covers over their heads. Some of us attempt to do a little cardio or yoga, or at least a little stretch while we yawn.
By Mary Haynes6 days ago in Humans
Then and Now
Layers upon layers. Each one adding warmth and weight. Boots go on last. Should I have peed first? Door opened, breath catches sharply, nasal passages clench. I question the wisdom of stepping out.
By Mary Haynes21 days ago in Poets
Harsh the Winter
I peer through my window, adorned by the howling winds' most recent design. Cold warning again, wind gusts. Dangerous conditions.
By Mary Haynesabout a month ago in Poets
One Foot First
Susan met me at the door, arms extended wide. “I’m glad you called. I always try to find the time for my clients in crisis.”
By Mary Haynesabout a month ago in Fiction
No One is Safe
PUBLIC ALERT! It has been reported that there is a large, male ginger currently breaking into houses on the Upper East Side. He last frequented midtown where he made himself at home and created chaos in several homes.
By Mary Haynes2 months ago in Poets
He Said, She Said
“So, Freddy, your idea of building a nest is pulling bits of thread from this dock line?” “Well, yes, it’s soft, strong and pretty too. I thought you’d be proud!”
By Mary Haynes2 months ago in Fiction
Warm Hands, Cold Heart
Snow gleams in moonlight. Hands toasty in warm mittens. Lonely heart still cold.
By Mary Haynes2 months ago in Poets
The Hag Stone. Top Story - November 2025.
The beach was chilly, the wind blew sand and an icy spray on shore. Maggie pulled her scarf up to partially cover her face. It seemed like a crazy day for a beach walk, but she knew it was excellent sea glass weather. Her coat pockets were jingling with bits of polished glass.
By Mary Haynes4 months ago in Fiction
Sail On
Buy A Boat! A fixer upper of course. Outfit with the necessities. The old salts tell you that you must have rubber boots. You’ll never need them, but they make lovely wildflower vases or rum bottle holders. 🙄
By Mary Haynes7 months ago in Poets
Behind Dark Sunglasses
Hold back, eat the feelings, cry on walks behind dark sunglasses. Keep moving, take pictures of beautiful things. Distract, disconnect, disassociate, escape.
By Mary Haynes8 months ago in Poets
The Silence of Cancer
Sunshine fills the small room with the bright promise of a new day. Inside, she shivers, her mind racing in the cold silence.
By Mary Haynes2 years ago in Poets
Seven Letters
Gene wore his heart on his sleeve, almost literally. When he was eighteen, he had the outline of a heart tattooed on his upper left arm. It was the same day he asked Melanie to marry him.
By Mary Haynes2 years ago in Fiction

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Then and Now

Harsh the Winter

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The Hag Stone. Top Story - November 2025.

Sail On

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The Silence of Cancer

Seven Letters

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