Unreluctant

She wanted to see the place where the blooms emerge ***to capture beauty*** He glanced at the time. Hurried moments would rest here, ***a stroll of wonder*** But he felt it too, pops… Continue reading →

Sealed Second

Layered red Casts lifted softness on startled Sight A sealed second Richness deep contained from rushing Swirl As time instigates its pedaled descent and feathered break, Falls.   Paula Antonello Moore, Prose. Copyright:… Continue reading →

A Story in A B C’s

At the corner of the street I’d see her. Bright as usual, she lit up her front yard. Cars whizzed by but she didn’t pay attention. “Did she even know I was there?”… Continue reading →