by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Poetry Friday Happy National Poetry Month, April 2019. SPARKS At the end of day I sit by the fire Under the falling darkness as day fades and night engulfs I think of light and warmth. The campfire pulls me in . . . builds a bridge from years lived to years yet to...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 28 BACKSTORY It was the summer of Mt. St. Helens. We were living in Arlington, Texas – then a small town situated between Dallas and Fort Worth. By early June, a high pressure ridge had formed over the Midwest, refusing to be budged, swathing...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 26 EM is a delightful kindergartner. She likes pink and all things chocolate.EN, one of EM’s four older brothers,is a wise second grader.EM and EN are best buddies. On a winter day, not long ago, EM and EN spent some time with me. It was...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 25. Entry from my Travel Journal. Sitting at the Gate 18A … will board my flight shortly. It’s raining… and I’m hoping weather doesn’t delay my flight. I hate getting into a place late at night… heading to...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 22.Poetry Friday If you can dream and not make dreams your master;If you can think and not make thoughts your aim; . . .From “If–” by Rudyard Kipling I was digitally thumbing pages in a teacher book* from yesteryear: Poems...
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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