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...
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