It. Went. Dark.

A week ago TV went black. Our spirits all sunk and went slack. Not even a drink, could rescue from brink, the longing for it to be back. It’s not like we’re slave… Continue reading →

Branded

My heart partially broke today. When I began my creatively-inspiring-soul-nurturing-walk along the water path, I came upon a blue X. Then another. And another. Majestic and historic trees that welcomed me on my… Continue reading →

A Pause in Whimsy

Cheerful in wonder a brightness of air colour and whimsy a smile to share, sweetness forsaken enchanted delight nodding a message in moment of light.   Paula Antonello Moore, Poetry. Copyright: Wednesday, April… Continue reading →

A little “Christmas” in April

Today I listened to White Christmas. It’s not Christmastime. No where near December. But when the song came on my music rotation in the car, in the middle of April (a frosty Canadian… Continue reading →

Undefined

Today I woke up wondering what I was doing. The weight of Doubt, crushing. The “calling” of WRITER, a weak wear. The journey daunting, exhausting and plagued by by… an empty legacy. Self-worth… Continue reading →

BONDED

  I cannot stop Your pain tearing apart the WHOLE All I am able… to stretch arms WIDE as far as can go enveloping across miles loving from depth of connection and reaching… Continue reading →

Dappled

I breathe in light a dappled morn the path, my feet its free, To mull the raise a leap beyond the snap, the cold its breeze.  I wander close a tread before the… Continue reading →

SHOUT!

“Dear young people: You have it in you to Shout!…Make use of this strength and this energy to improve the world, beginning with the realities closest to you.” Pope Francis, PALM Sunday 2018… Continue reading →

Ebbing dance

It’s like this… It goes and there It flows and then it stops in halt! But when It’s back I dive attack and urge it on for more.   Paula Antonello Moore, Prose.… Continue reading →

Swept Away

A park perplexed out in the blue does beckon much as smile forms By water’s edge a breath of all to sit and sea be swept away The bronze-kissed slats do cradle still… Continue reading →