Ninepatch OnLine Magazine

Following are little comments and story responses to the topic, “The thing I remember most about my first job is…” Liz/Moascar (July’19) says, “Jimmy Savile, the British disc jockey who was posthumously revealed to be a child sexual predator, came in to eat a meal at the Wimpy bar where I was waitressing on Sundays. […]

At beginning andEnd of oceanEdges, The sun comes upDutifully,Faithfully;… For early morningRisers,Seated on the sand Beach towels spreadFashionably,…in red, yellow and green – We four of us – Son, daughter-in-law, granddaughter and me, Not forgetting Mae-Mae, – Walk on white softSands— A mile walk,Where everyone Now awakeWalks along, tooDogs catching balls,Or running,Little-legged Mae-MaeKeeping up…. Gayle Bluebird […]

I went to a funeral the other day Something strange was at play Everyone was smiling I saw Even down to the distant in-law What could account for this behavior? Didn’t someone just meet their maker? Memories of a life well spent Could not darken this event Fabulous stories and pictures all revealed Events and […]

Too many lives Hang unbalanced,Though the sky foreverWaits in blue For what we never know,Time has no plannedSchedule, For-whence we-entered,Nor-when-we leave. Friends,Have flowers growingIn gardens—They fade,And die. But we know betterWhen they leave us,Our vases still filledWith water,Emptied are replaced,With new life flowers What we can never Do is replace a friend. Gayle Bluebird (June […]

A labor of love doesn’t have to be hard … It just has to BE! Simon Stargazer III (May ’19) adds, “I have recently been reminded of both the emotional and physical benefits of hugs. As humans we need them several times a day. To be most effective they should be at least twenty seconds […]

I dreamt I was a tulipGrowing in a fieldNear windmills turningAnd a bluest sky—I dreamt myself in purpleBut whites and pinks wereNext to me—No borders, no lines,I could barely see theHorizon—All was well;As a tulip I leaned Back and forthBut never fell—Green stems kept meHealthy—Planted well, I stayedIn a vast field. Beauty never strayedNor could a […]

Love life till you can’t… And then love death.  Stargazer III (Apr.’19) explains his lines, “My poem- thought was inspired by a lengthy piece I read on Face-Book. In two parts, a Hospice nurse talked about two patient situations, one where the patient was on a ventilator, in extreme pain and restrained with no way to […]

Sit. Stay, Think as Prayer Going through on a rainy day,Drawers, stacks of boxes ofModel cars, cabinets full ofCanned goods,Shirts, coats on hangars,Photographs from years,Back, like turning back a clock,Though time in reality,Has in years moved upTo now— On a couch I sit,Space is open,My mind in river’sFlow—I am in a kind of mirage,A story […]

There once was a teacher Of a Sunday School Class Who shuddered when she saw The poverty of the mass. She dutifully prayed For their misguided souls Then she talked in sweet terms Of the mission fund goals. Then there were the members Of the Sunday School Class Who bargained with God To fight for […]

He was a solitary soul,Kept closeness far fromHis inner self where we allSeek connection,But then there are memoriesForgotten,The wash tub splash of childhoodIn summer;Walks in winter whenSnow covered sidewalks,And we wore rubber boots;In summer roller skates, playing marblesOr parcheesi—We both had a hard timeAt dinner whenHe refused Lima beans,And I, asparagus;We both felt a strapOn […]