Balm-ed

Follow the ripple, a thread but in time, its flow so serene, its presence sublime, swelling and shifting, the smoothness of calm, the lifting of breathing, an unexplained balm… Listen, its music a… 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 →

Jump? Don’t jump?

She sat at the edge of the cliff. She could see the ocean swirly blue and foamy crashing against the rocks down below. Wow, that sure is a long way down, she thought.… Continue reading →