by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 17 I had finished mysecond coffee bythe time the sun rosein flaming colors acrossthe southeast sky. All morning I watched it cast the long shadows of our northwest winter. In the afternoon I walked to my daughter’s house. Brown leaves,...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 3. Early Sunday morning . . . Sounds like a distant train whistle floating over the hush of my world at rest Smells like the darkness of coffee in my favorite mug, warming my hands Tastes like crisp bacon and a slice rustic bread toasted to a...
