by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 7. Tonight we had beer-ox! Some people call them bierocks, pronounced /brocks/. Some people call them piroshki. My grandkids call them meat pockets. I have a favorite memory. Really it is an accumulative memory of balmy afternoons that included...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 6. I learned a new word. The text A limerick by Diane Mayr There once was a ‘gator named Nathan who eschewed the state of brumation. He skied and he skated– and was truly elated– to became an Olympic sensation. The word...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 5. This will be my final post about snow for Winter 2017-18. The life and times of the Snows begin on February 19th and end on 28th. MONDAY Our world awakes to a thin white blanket. 9:30 AM. My grandkids build a “partially brown...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 4. In February, I joined Laura Shovan’s poetry challenge. Each day we were presented visual art as a prompt to draft an ekphrastic poem. On Day 17, Tricia Stohr-Hunt shared “The Tall White Sun” (1917), a painting by Charles...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No.3 * Celebrate This Week. I’m sharing a slice and celebrating comfort on this Saturday morning with a cup of coffee and a wedge of cornbread drizzled with warm cream and maple syrup. There are some days that are comfort days, like...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Poetry Friday * March Slice of Life No. 2. “Today you are you, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is youer than you.” Dr. Suess, Happy Birthday to You During February, I wrote poetry with a wonderful community of poets. On Day 21,...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 1. It’s already March 1 in EST zone. And since I live in the northwest, three hours behind EST, I take advantage of this to be an “early slicer.” Tonight I’m sitting in an easy chair, drafting this slice on my laptop....
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Slice of Life. I. Wednesday will be the last day in Laura Shovan’s February Annual Poetry Writing Project. February has been a great month of sustained poetry writing, spontaneously responding daily to a random visual art prompt. Every day for 26 days (soon to...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Poetry Friday * Celebrate this Week * Spiritual Journey. A poem became a song and is sung around the world. I have a girlhood memory, or perhaps I should say a repeated memory, or maybe it’s really a string of memories that telescope into one, of my...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Slice of Life. It snowed. On Sunday, in the stillness of a windless afternoon, under heavy grey skies, gigantic wet flakes like confetti fell straight to the ground. Whenever it snows, I like to look at the trees and rooftops from our second story hallway dormer...
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