Crutched

There once was a girl with a cast Who didn’t think it was a blast Just sitting all day While the world was at play She prayed that it so wouldn’t last.  … Continue reading →

Farewell Bill Paxton…

So saddened and tragic A true talent Authentic A menace A marvel A beat in film’s history Distinct in voice Fierce in delivery Youthful unmatched Generosity bright A heartbreak A loss Brutal You… Continue reading →

The Window

The Window holds it all a sway of brightness a sparkle of blue a crispness of season The Window holds an invitation to soar a beckoning adventure a fleeting thought The Window reveals the… Continue reading →

the Verge

on the verge of sadness hanging on to what feels like infinity trying to dissolve and be on solid footing but a trigger tips the scale and drops the fall that hurts and… Continue reading →

Fractured

it rises and falls like a wave out to sea Intention is hopeful light drowned by inaction pushing forward, through when a fallen moment suffocates eyes wet and, attempt is made again.  … Continue reading →

Standstill Day 7: Delighted

Trickling sparkle of feathery flakes a downy frost of motion. A chocolate break in this stiffness of still delightful thought ignited. Paula Antonello Moore, Prose. Copyright: Thursday, February 16, 2017. Image: Chocolate mug… Continue reading →

Standstill Day 6: Thankful

When all seemed aggravatingly lost… when the great fear of lethargy, both physical and mental, had all but overtaken me, I am unexpectedly revived. And it feels damn good!   Paula Antonello Moore, Writing… Continue reading →

Standstill Day 4: An Anxious Note

elevated high lifted to rest heart bleeds to rise frustration is guest anxiety swells panic awake mind muscle tries creative must break   Paula Antonello Moore, Poetry. Copyright: Monday, February 13, 2017. Image:… Continue reading →

Standstill: Day 1

I fractured my ankle this week (Icy Feat, Sad). Beautiful cast and all. This temporary infirmity has shown me how so very much I despise the feeling of helplessness. A good time to write,… Continue reading →

Icy Feat, Sad

The icy sheet lies beckoning adventure bold blade meets glassy frost The icy sheet hurt without warning, fall crashes pain bursts like a bomb The icy sheet lies stretched out shiny cold, these… Continue reading →