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 |
Tuesday Slice of Life : February 14, 2017. The day has been full of loose ends begging for my attention, interfering with my work on the things I had prioritized, the tasks I’d numbered this morning in my bullet journal. I’m working in what is called a...
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 |
Cold melts away Sun rises earlier Grass grows green Leaves unfurl Blossoms lift their heads Daffodils dress in yellow Crocuses in purple Tulips wave red, yellow, pink Robins pull worms Songbirds sing Squirrels scamper Summer’s coming Writing about my writing Why...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
#SOL16. No.31. SUNRISE SUNSET . . . the bookends of my days . . . Watching the sun rise and set from a window in the sky is a normal routine in my life. You see, I travel thousands of...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal, In My Classroom |
#SOL16. No.28. Melted snowflakes Maple-wood smoke Hints of cinnamon, cardamon, cumin In the mysterious Old Country That no one knows anymore Every winter a hundred years long Every spring a miracle Water like music, music like water In the Old Country Whose name and...
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