by Alice Nine | A9 Journal, Literacy |
Poetry Friday : February 24, 2017. Transformed Discovery The pen of a poet is chanting a tale of bright stars glowing above the lost land complete with belching geysers, gurgling mud pots and simmering pools— transformed discovery on a magical summer night © 2017...
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 |
#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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