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Country Spring, 1913

Country Spring, 1913

March Slice of Life No. 10. Evening came and I had not written a slice. I wondered, what should I write? Blank. I only knew that it would be short. I thought about today being the 9th day of March and my name being Nine. That idea lasted about nine seconds. Then I...
The Lure of Lavender

The Lure of Lavender

Poetry Friday. Lavender. Oh, — — the color. — the fragrance. — the sound of the word. All summer long, I enjoy my bed lavender. I can’t walk past it without breaking off a stem and rubbing it between my palms. In the cool of early summer...
Rain

Rain

Poetry Friday. April showers bring May flowers. RAIN Rain Fell on the roof Dripped steadily from eaves Ran in crooked courses Splattered against windows Came gushing out downspouts Upset plans –found in Charlotte’s Web by E.B. White © 2015 Alice Nine...
Blueberry Pie

Blueberry Pie

Slice of Life March Challenge. No.23 This morning, I thumbed through some posts I wrote last year. One in particular caught my attention, one I wrote last July, a post about picking blueberries. I could feel a poem floating beneath the surface of the prose. So, I...
Writing through the Block

Writing through the Block

Slice of Life March Challenge. No. 21. I’m searching for something to write, but it eludes me. So, here I am, penning a steam of consciousness, writing through the block. Finally it’s spring. I’m glad that winter is over. I’m glad that the sun is tracking...

Beak-to-Beak

Tuesday Slice of Life : February 7, 2017. This week I saw something I have never seen before. Not on a spring day. Not on a summer day. Not on a day when the leaves turn red. But on a wintry day this week, I saw it, this something that I’ve never seen before. We...