The ever-longing Road

A break and pause I take again, The endless words conveyed The holiday to rest and share Before the pitch is slayed. The ever-longing road I write, As characters take leave, And shopping,… Continue reading →

sinking fall

Sinking fall shift and footing loses bottomless resolve swirled in rush panic’s grip and days lustre lingers ebb flow of sense flailing futile until reason succumbs at last that no end may be… Continue reading →

Ellipsis

Where am I going where have I been what deep clear meaning has come from within what will the next be what do I do cannot discern if there’s truth in the clue… Continue reading →

Editing…

like a frozen path a painful cold and icy place a frosty road leading to a dark nowhere radiant lights guiding the trudging trek and every time you think you’re about to reach… Continue reading →

Pubbed Pause

Cobbled and set It lies there framed in still light Anticipation and calm resting in the details colour contrast unfocused view yet, enthralled by what has been CeLeBrAtIoN, here, romance, tipped and teased,… Continue reading →

Clin g i n g

I’ m writin g and edi ting Waiting for the arrival of The NOD or arms-crossed an exhaled break and then “Much to do.” Clinging h old in g on for the sake… Continue reading →

The Sprouting Tale

How I wish I could write…like a Tree grows deeply sown anchored in sturdy roots settling and extending girth beneath the surface then sprout of thought breaks soil rising slowly seeking the warmth… Continue reading →

Anchored again

The Fall has ushered in a newness I am happily embracing. No longer Adrift, I am extremely excited to share that I have acquired a new editor. I’m ready to sail once again.… Continue reading →

Carrying the Light

It’s coming, sure, sure as the… sun rises? Yes. As sure as that I pray and hope and plug away as clouds move in to stay? pass? linger. Yes. They linger still, trapping… 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 →