by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March 2026 Slice of Life No. 14 Two dates. Take one slice of rustic bread. Cut it in half so it fits into the toaster. While the bread is toasting, split open two dried dates. Remove the pits. With your fingers, work the dates until they are spread flat and thin like...
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 |
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 |
SOL25-1007 Photo: On the tarmac at ELP airport. Franklin Mountains rim the horizon. Bumping, we lumber along. Taking a broad right turn, we stop,motionless with our nose pointed north. With a sudden escalating roar, we launch forward like a rock from a boy’s...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal, In My Classroom |
SOL25-0916 The marine layer rolls in like a whispered secret, softening the edges of the Oregon Coast and turning the familiar into something dreamlike. Foggy mornings here aren’t gloomy, they’re pure magic. The Oregon Coast I.Supper was take-out—clam chowder...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 31 For my 31st and last slice for the March Slice of Life Story Challenge 2019, I have composed a poem from my March titles. Though it is utter nonsense, somehow meaning seems to linger just below the surface of the words. As for requirements...
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