by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Poetry Friday. On this Friday, to salute chatter that I love and silence that I crave, in memory of my childhood, in memory of my brothers, I share “Little Charlie Chipmunk”– the lines of which I can still recite. Little Charlie Chipmunk Little...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Tuesday Slice of Life : January 3, 2017. How did December slip by so fast? Seems only a couple days ago my daughter and I were unpacking boxes of Christmas decorations. It’s one of our traditions: together we remember Christmases past as we decorate my tree,...
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 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 |
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 |
Tuesday Slice of Life : June 21, 2016. Every Monday rolls around and I tell myself that this is the day. This is the day to think about writing just because . . . Not for a project. Not for an assignment. Not because I need a model for a lesson. But just because I...
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