Doann Houghton-Alico

For Intelligent, Inquisitive People

I Hear the Ants Breathing

This poem appears in Voice of a Voyage, published by Sunstone Press. It’s one of my favorites. I wrote it in Australia during our circumnavigation …

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The Hand That Rocks the Cradle

This is a fantastic poem by Judyth Hill. Her website is www.judythhill.com. She gave me permission to share it. Ironically she wrote it many years …

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Becoming a Wanderer

This voyage at sea: had I constructed my own diaspora or had I become a nomad? Rather, I thought I was becoming a wanderer, a …

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Tea in a Bombed-out Alley

Tea in a Bombed-out Alley I stumbled on them in an alley while looking for a school. I had heard children’s voices, bouncing over a …

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