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...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 8.Poetry Friday. Two weeks ago I tripped upon a sea poem by Celia Thaxter, “Seaward To ___”. I connected immediately with her words. {Perhaps because I love “all things sea.”} It was a natural next step for me to search...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 7. An EM and EN Tale It is a motionless evening after a warm, uneventful August day. My daughter and I are sitting on her yard swing, chatting. Her youngest two are playing, in the manner that a 5-year-old sister (EM) and a 7-year-old brother...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 6. Travel Journal — You can’t make this stuff up! I am at Gate A22, waiting to board my last flight, PHX to PDX. Travelers are beginning the first steps of the boarding dance, pushing in toward the ropes that define the boarding lanes....
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal, In My Classroom |
March Slice of Life No. 5. Tell a story in six words, that’s the task. The earth moved, but we stayed.–I wrote this in 2016 after a 7.8 earthquake struck my son’s city in Ecuador. {Notice the juxtaposition. See my tips below.} Portoviejo,...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 4. Write a story in six words, that’s the task.Here are a few drafts. Thrilled, they screamed themselves into oblivion.Twisting and turning, they screamed fearlessly.Soaring, twisting, diving upchucked his lunch.It rose; it dove, then...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 3. Early Sunday morning . . . Sounds like a distant train whistle floating over the hush of my world at rest Smells like the darkness of coffee in my favorite mug, warming my hands Tastes like crisp bacon and a slice rustic bread toasted to a...
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