by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Poetry Friday. This week Holly Thompson shared “Eclipse,” a corrugated artwork by Colleen Sakurai, for Day 15 of Lauren Shovan’s 6th Annual February Poetry Project. Having experienced a total solar eclipse in Oregon on August 21, 2017, I immediately...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal, In My Classroom |
Poetry Friday. April showers bring May flowers. RAIN Rain Fell on the roof Dripped steadily from eaves Ran in crooked courses Splattered against windows Came gushing out downspouts Upset plans –found in Charlotte’s Web by E.B. White © 2015 Alice Nine...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
00:00:00 (five minutes to write) GO Empty. So often empty precedes want, need, heartache, sorrow, barrenness, vacant, futility. A hungry child holds an empty plate. The milk jug is empty. The flour canister is empty. The cupboards are empty, bare. The gas tank is...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal, In My Classroom |
Poetry Friday. Just in case you have somehow missed it, April is Poetry Month! So, on this first #PoetryFriday of Poetry Month, I decided to share a poem about poetry that I found in words of Seamus Heaney. In case you don’t know Seamus Heaney, here’s a...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Poetry Friday : March 10, 2017. Slice of Life March Challenge. No. 10. I read the words of Mary Gordon, shared by Maria Popova. So many phrases resonated with me. They danced on the page and played like music in my mind. I wanted to capture them; I wanted to remember...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Poetry Friday : February 3, 2017. But the Egyptians mistreated and oppressed us, assigning us a burdensome labor. –Deuteronomy 26:6 There was a magic number– Seventy bolls make a pound, Seven thousand make a hundred. A hundred pounds of feathers, A hundred...
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