by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Poetry Friday. A Photo Exchange: More than Meets the Eye In April, Margaret Simon and Molly Hogan came up with a plan and invited poets to join in a photo/poetry exchange. Those who were interested submitted a form and then Margaret matched us with someone in a...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Slice of Life. Sun and clouds have battled all day, but as evening approaches, the sun has won. There is no rain. This is significant on a May evening in Portland. We gather early at Harrison Park, finding our places on the familiar bleachers. Dark clouds are blowing...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal, In My Classroom, Literacy |
Poetry Friday. Chinook The scent of salmon lingers. Creek waters ripple over smooth stones. Cedar and moss fill the air. At dusk, near water’s edge, bears feast. While snow covers the ground, eggs wait in nesting pockets. Winter turns to spring and in gravelly...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Slice of Life. I couldn’t resist. No matter how much I had on my desk, I just couldn’t resist. The morning was so beautiful, I had to go outside. So I took a noticing walk around my back yard. Hushed beauty under the warmth of filtered sunlight. The light...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Poetry Friday : Mom Happy Mother’s Day! Last year for Mother’s Day, I wrote of my mother — a five-minute stream-of-consciousness piece that became the draft of a poem. This week, I revised those lines, and with them I honor the memory of my mother,...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Slice of Life At two in the afternoon we backed out of our driveway and headed to the coast for two relaxing days. This kind of evening I’ve dreamed about the sea before us sand beneath our feet dragons flying in the sky tethered to earth with a...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Celebrate Life. On Friday I became one of 169,000 special people. The morning was routine. I checked out of the Radisson, caught the shuttle to ELP International Airport, checked two bags at the ticket counter, completed the TSA ritual, and walked to the end of...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Poetry Friday. Poets paint with words Words form images my eyes can’t see breathe my thoughts to life and nourish my soul Words sing tunes I’ve not learned dance strange rhythms in my feet and pierce ignorance with light Words wrap ’round me like a...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Spiritual Journey: Special Days Sunday. The first day of the week. Always a new beginning. Sundays always have been and always will be a special day for me. A day different from all the other days of the week. A day to join with others in song and prayer and scripture...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Slice of Life Monday is fading, and there is only one word for this one. Busy. I’m catching a morning flight tomorrow and will be out of my office all week. I will be away from home all week. It is the last day of the month. First quarter reports had to be...
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