by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Tuesday Slice of Life : August 16, 2016. It’s all Robyn Hood Black’s fault and she has no idea. I read her Friday Poetry blog post last week. Bugscuffle? Really! I just couldn’t let go of it. She’d piqued my curiosity. Now, if anyone reads any...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal, In My Classroom |
Poetry Friday : August 12, 2016. I really like interactive notebooks. Many teachers I know really like interactive notebooks. I’ve used them for years in one form or another — binders, handmade notebooks, or composition notebooks. Today is Poetry Friday....
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Tuesday Slice of Life : August 2, 2016. A text from the limo service was waiting for me when AA Flt 1475 touched down four hours later than scheduled. As we taxied to the gate, I connected with my Limo driver. While I waited for my bag, our texts continued. I walked...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Poetry Friday : July 22, 2016. She waits Gently swinging back and forth Slowly sipping cool, sweet tea The air hangs heavy– peonies lemon grass and magnolias Two butterflies dance upon a zephyr A brave cottontail hops close by Robins pull their breakfast And a...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Tuesday Slice of Life : July 19, 2016. It is one of those days. I clearly know what needs to be done. And I’m ready to get busy. Oversized sheets of paper are on the table. Colored pencils are sharpened. My notes are gathered. Some mentor books are stacked on a...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Poetry Friday : July 15, 2016. According to my journal, it was during my sophomore year of college. I do not remember the exact occasion, but I do remember being so taken by its message that I committed “The Way” to memory. It offered focus to many issues...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Tuesday Slice of Life : July 12, 2016. As I write this Tuesday Slice of Life, I find that sentences don’t work. And feelings overpower words. My best is a rough draft. I doubt I will ever revise or edit it. In this moment, it is raw, like my heart. We gather And...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Poetry Friday : July 8, 2016. In a crowd yet alone touched by many loved by none he called out. I saw Hope. Moved with compassion a man reached out his hand touched him. I saw Love. With body bent in broken desperation she touched his garment. I saw Faith. Sensing her...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Tuesday Slice of Life : July 5, 2016. In the early morning hours of the Fourth of July, I put on my berry-picking grubbies and headed into my friend’s enormous blueberry patch. The air was heavy with cool dampness. Birds were twittering their morning songs. A...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal, In My Classroom |
Poetry Friday : July 1, 2016. Sea Joy Jacqueline Bouvier When I go down by the sandy shore I can think of nothing I want more Than to live by the booming blue sea As the seagulls flutter round about me I can run about–when the tide is out With the wind and the...
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