by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March 2026 Slice of Life, No. 8 While thumbing the pages of an 1920 reader [one that was read by students a hundred years ago], I found a short verse. It spoke to me of spring, its beauty and life, connecting me to past years, to many a springtime with trees blooming...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March 2026 Slice of Life, No. 1 Yesterday, I said “Goodbye” to February. Today, I say “Hello” to March. For several weeks I’ve been looking for signs of spring, and what I saw called for a poem. SPRING Cold melts awaySun rises...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
SOL26-0120 Here in the Northwest, the sun rose about 7:43 today. By that time, I had eaten breakfast — two thick slices of smoked pepper bacon, scrambled eggs with pepper jack cheese, toast slathered with butter and a thin layer of Kelly’s Habanero Pepper...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
The day is just beginning. I push the screen door open and step out onto my back porch to empty the trash. But instead I set the paper trash bag down and pause to take in the moment. The air is chilly and damp and full of the smell of mossy woods, and I breathe it in...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
SOL25-0923 I step out onto my back porch. In the darkness that precedes this mid-August dawn, I sip my coffee and savor the damp coolness that has drifted in from the sea and lifted the fragrance of fading lavender and blooming peppermint. I listen for chirping sounds...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
SOL25-0909 There is a dry rustle of leaves parched from days of sun and hot temperatures. There is an aroma of fading roses mingled with sweet ripening pears. Green clover spreads across our browning grass. Honey bees drift from blossom to blossom, gathering the last...
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