by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Poetry Friday Happy National Poetry Month, April 2019. SPARKS At the end of day I sit by the fire Under the falling darkness as day fades and night engulfs I think of light and warmth. The campfire pulls me in . . . builds a bridge from years lived to years yet to...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Slice of Life Tuesday #190402 Not all appreciation is expressed with a “thank you”… My daughter, her husband, and their five children were out and about doing errands and having fun the way families do. It was lunchtime and they were more than an...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 31 For my 31st and last slice for the March Slice of Life Story Challenge 2019, I have composed a poem from my March titles. Though it is utter nonsense, somehow meaning seems to linger just below the surface of the words. As for requirements...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 30 It was very warm afternoon on a mid-August day the summer EN was four. I loaded the blender with the ingredients for a chocolate smoothie and threw in the lone banana from the fruit basket on the counter. I poured Carl a tall glass. As I was...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 29Poetry Friday These things says the Amen, the Faithful and True Witness, the Beginning of the creation of God: “I know your works, that you are neither cold nor hot. I could wish you were cold or hot. So then, because you are lukewarm, and...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 28 BACKSTORY It was the summer of Mt. St. Helens. We were living in Arlington, Texas – then a small town situated between Dallas and Fort Worth. By early June, a high pressure ridge had formed over the Midwest, refusing to be budged, swathing...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 27. Spring after spring, our very old pear tree is like a gigantic fragrant bouquet. The old pear tree is loaded with white blossoms. Then after the blossom petals have dropped, tiny perfectly shaped green pears begin to appear. By the end of...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 26 Branches scratching the sky, begging for a blanket of snow. EM is a delightful kindergartner. She likes pink and all things chocolate.EN, one of EM’s four older brothers,is a wise second grader.EM and EN are best buddies. On a winter...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 25. Entry from my Travel Journal. Sitting at the Gate 18A … will board my flight shortly. It’s raining… and I’m hoping weather doesn’t delay my flight. I hate getting into a place late at night… heading to...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 24 She was the littlest one, just four and a half years old. She had black curly hair that framed her face with ringlets. Her skin was smooth with olive tones, tanned and rosy from outdoor play. She still had some of her toddler chubbiness. It...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
I enjoy impromptu drives with my husband on pretty days. We were out and about doing some errands. The sky was clear. The sun was shining. We had time. So we headed south a bit to take a longer way home, driving through the veterans’ cemetery. Strange? Not when...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 22.Poetry Friday If you can dream and not make dreams your master;If you can think and not make thoughts your aim; . . .From “If–” by Rudyard Kipling I was digitally thumbing pages in a teacher book* from yesteryear: Poems...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 21 FREE WRITEcapturing morning moments Our day begins before the sun has risen, while darkness still blankets earth and our city slumbers, we put our breakfast dishes into the dishwasher, pour another cup of coffee and retire to our front room...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 20 I am participating in Laura Shovan’s “Annual February Daily Poem Project” which we are doing in March this year. We are writing in response to food prompts. Today’s prompt was posted by Molly Hogan: Day...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 19 I’ve heard it said that to be healthy, we should have at least one roll-on-the-floor laugh each day. My grandkids often provide me one, sometimes shared via texting. Just the other day, my grandsons were engaged in their daily silent...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 18 I am participating in Laura Shovan’s “Annual February Daily Poem Project” which we are doing in March this year. We are writing in response to food prompts. Today’s prompt was posted by Diane Mayr. Day 18 —...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 17 I had finished mysecond coffee bythe time the sun rosein flaming colors acrossthe southeast sky. All morning I watched it cast the long shadows of our northwest winter. In the afternoon I walked to my daughter’s house. Brown leaves,...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 16From my Travel Journal A man and a woman stop at the end of the row where I’m seated, within earshot, in an almost empty gate area. They arrange their luggage and converse briefly. With a comment about getting something to drink, the...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 15Poetry Friday I.I read a blog post; on that post, I clicked a link about a book.On Amazon I chose to “Look inside” and read a poem . . . The BirdBy Arthur Symons (1865-1945)I have grown tired of sorrow and human tears; Life is a...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 14 From my Travel Journal “Strangers are just family you have yet to come to know.” –Mitch Albom I stepped from the car to the curb. The air was warm, as days in late September can be. Car exhaust was heavy. People were hugging and...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 13 I remember it well. It was a Saturday morning. Unannounced, he came into my kitchen. “Gramma, can you help me? I forgot I have to read a book for a project.” “Really. By when?” “Monday.” “Monday?...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 12 I.The prompt…Today’s poetry prompt in Laura Shovan’s annual poetry project (we are writing poems about food each day): Day 11. Cheese of any variety . . . my photo . . . taken in The Cheese Shop in Williamsburg,...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 11. When I was young, jelly or jam was served with toast at breakfast. Once in a while, it would be served if we had hot biscuits. . . once in a while. When I married, my husband wanted jelly/jam on the table at every meal. I objected. He...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 10. I.I finally caved and joined a poetry writing community, taking up the challenge to write a poem each day from a “food” prompt for the month of March. Today’s prompt was a collage of seed photos. Here’s one of them,...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 9. Saving time? Really?Every spring, I grumble about moving my clock ahead an hour. Arizona and Hawaii do not participate in the time change. I know this about Arizona because I often connect through PHX. I must think of PHX time as MST all...
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