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, 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 |
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 |
Poetry Friday. Today… I sat at my desk wond’ring What happened to spring? Winter claimed a late fling And… Just when I thought spring had arrived, with a bling summer came on its wing Or has it? -Alice Nine . I have been...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Slice of Life. Our temps reached 57 today before the sun began to sink. I’ve noticed evening light is lingering longer and the sun isn’t tracking so low in our southern sky. Dare I believe that winter is behind us? With the warmer weather and sunny hours,...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Poetry Friday. During the next few weeks, schools will be closing for summer vacation. As a tribute to teachers everywhere, I share Mattie Stepanek’s poem– written when he was eight years old. May it bring you a few chuckles even as it has me. Not Quite...
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