New Song

Sometimes… I wish I was a tree waving at the whole wide world whooshing, flapping, whipping air into a delightful flighty dance making music there My Leafy coat alive with colourful rays of… Continue reading

Morning’s Glory

A window to Hell blew on open and Nightmare assaulted with force A clatter of fear ringing hollow As tears ravaged cheeks in the dark. But Glory persisted in background and day brought… Continue reading

Ready to Mark

“Celebrate milestones. Always. The end of a first draft. The end of a book. The start of a new one. Be kind to yourself. Be your own cheerleader…” Hazel Gaynor   Clouded in… Continue reading

A glimmer swells

…in passing  shift a glimmer speaks a soaring swells and a moment raised is nodded to carry on boldly…   Paula Antonello Moore, Prose. Copyright: Tuesday, September 26, 2017. Image: The Rock by… Continue reading

Never Land

Sometimes… I wish I was a bird soaring high above the world sailing, spying, shading myself in the downy softness of clouds stretching out my wings embracing trees feeling them shake and breathe… Continue reading

Cookie Comfort

There is a joy in baking up tradition and sharing nostalgia A simple taste can transport you back to a time of childhood ease And contemplation full emotion, comfort, sold in crunch of… Continue reading

Another Act

In Unison Voices raise to Mark a DATE laid open upon a page… We Are Another Act that follows the flow of Love lost of Journeys ended in a Hope Surging across a… Continue reading

Savoured Sought

The glass gives sight in haze of view a world unknown comes clearly through but moments missed, distracted fair when oft the glass lays vision bare and though i try to see it… Continue reading

Why?

A leap of faith, yet crippled by hidden tangles i cannot let go.   Care-free does not come and leap becomes weighty fall impeding spirit.   Paula Antonello Moore, Haiku. Copyright: Tuesday, September… Continue reading

Novel Update: The Epilogue

Well, it’s done. Again. Last Chapter and Epilogue have been turned over to my editor. The Novel, Fallout (working title), is written. It’s a very emotional moment, writing “End” and pressing SEND. It’s… Continue reading