by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Poetry Friday : February 17, 2017. With the flourish of a pen, they rewrite the narrative, leaving us an empty echo, an artifact of memory, more porcelain than human, forever a plug in the cylinder of truth — those pseudo skeptics. © 2017 Alice Nine Question: Who are...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Poetry Friday : February 10, 2017. The other day, my four-year-old granddaughter gave me an invitation: “Color with me, Gramma.” Her sweet invitation, her enjoyment of the art of coloring, her love for new crayon boxes with no less than 24 colors —...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Poetry Friday : February 3, 2017. But the Egyptians mistreated and oppressed us, assigning us a burdensome labor. –Deuteronomy 26:6 There was a magic number– Seventy bolls make a pound, Seven thousand make a hundred. A hundred pounds of feathers, A hundred...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Last night it snowed. A hushed white, a soft, muffling blanket tucked me in. Nothing to do, and so I did nothing. © Alice Nine Carol at Beyond Literacy Link is hosting #PoetryFriday this week. Come by and join in! And thank you...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal, Literacy |
Poetry Friday : January 13, 2017. . When I thumb the pages of my journals and look through my photos, I find an interesting thread — sunsets and sunrises. And in addition to writing about sunrises and sunsets and taking photos of them, I find myself recording...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Poetry Friday : January 6, 2017 Grandkids are praying for snow. Weather forecasters are predicting snow. January is the month for snow. And I’m writing about snow. Here’s my haiku for snow. snowflakes softly drifting down one by one by one grandkids...
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