Daylight Fell

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” You really burned me up Ava, but I think I can forgive you.” Ava’s Mother, Violet Louise, pushed her glasses back up her nose and looked at her daughter and then out the passenger window. ” I just don’t like change, you know that. It’s time though. I know that.”

” Mom.” Ava looked into the rearview mirror and saw her Mom’s things, packed in old school trunks sitting on the back seat. ” It’s nice at Falcon Ridge. You can see the Ocean from your new place.

Violet Louise’s glasses rode down her nose again and she pushed them back up. ” I’ve always liked the Ocean. I almost gotten eaten by a shark once, and another time I swam to far out and almost drowned. But I didn’t care. I loved the Ocean and I wouldn’t have stayed out of it for anything.”

Ava pulled a stick of gum from her visor and popped it into her mouth. She worked the wrapper off with her tongue and teeth and spat it out the window.

” That is such a nasty habit Ava.”

” I learned it from you.”

” And do you know what else is a nasty habit? Contradicting you Mother.”

Ava tried to laugh but she couldn’t.

” You’re going to be okay Mom.” Ava said for the millionth time. ” You’re going to be ok. Falcon Ridge… I mean your new place is called Falcon Ridge, how cool is that?”

” I like the name just fine and I know I’m going to be ok. I survived a shark attack. Now spit that gum out before we get out of the car. It looks tacky for a woman of your age to be popping and snapping her gum in a situation like this.”

They pulled into the parking lot- the clouds were gathering on the horizon and the fog was rolling up from the beach.

The Receptionist from Falcon Ridge was waiting outside as promised.

Ava rolled her window down and the Receptionist leaned in and said gently, ” Hello Ava. If you bring your Mom, we have her place all ready for her.”

Ava reached over and gently picked up the box with her Mother’s ashes encased in a pink marble urn from the seat next to her.

It was no where near dusk, but Daylight Fell and the clouds over head blocked out the Sun.



I Walk A Lonely Street

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Photo: A.M. Moscoso

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Well, since my baby left me,
I found a new place to dwell.
It’s down at the end of lonely street
at Heartbreak Hotel.

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Photo A.M. Moscoso

And although it’s always crowded,
you still can find some room.
Where broken hearted lovers
do cry away their gloom.

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Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Hey now, if your baby leaves you,
and you got a tale to tell.
Just take a walk down lonely street
to Heartbreak Hotel.

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Well, the Bell hop’s tears keep flowin’,
and the desk clerk’s dressed in black.
Well they been so long on lonely street
They ain’t ever gonna look back.

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You make me so lonely baby,
I get so lonely,
I get so lonely I could die.

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Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Photos By A.M Moscoso

Lyrics ” Heartbreak Hotel” By


Forced Nature


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Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

A perfect pool of water,

a pleasure to the eye

Cool, contained, controlled.

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Photo A.M. Moscoso

A  pefect pool of water

hiding in the woods

Still. Silent. Sly.

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Photo A.M. Moscoso

A Perfect pool of water

rushing to it’s end

Trapped. Tortured. Tormented.


Now You See It or You Won’t


B is for the Blade of Grass

Photos By A.M. Moscoso

I’ve decided that this week I’m going to pay more attention to Nature maybe take some pictures, take a stab and write a poem or two  about it, I’ll have to see what moves me I suppose.

I guess that taking in Nature is a lot like art appreciation. You can look at it from all the angles, you can study it, sit in the middle of it and soak it in.

Or you can ask, ‘what is this telling me, right now in this moment?”

Yesterday I took a couple of pictures- one of a lavender bush and a dead  tree that was carved up like a Halloween Pumpkin and given a face…I don’t know about you but that rubbed me the wrong way.

So after taking the pictures- of two living things that have been modified to be pleasing to the eye- I can’t imagine that they like it ( sort of like dressing up a cat or dog, though it does seem some of them do like that ) I decided to change them too.

I flipped through the app options on my camera until I got the pictures here- it was like an ah-ha moment.

It was like the tree and the lavender plants said, ” here we are.”

But really it’s more like I said ‘there you are.’

The tree and the plant came off in my pictures as un-real, a little unsettling, a touch macabre.

I’m hoping I see more of that this week.

It’s the part of nature I get.


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The One Who Causes To Live



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After you heart stops, after the lights go off in your brain and your face turns into an expressionless mask, I read an article  that says that your some of your Genes switch on two days following your death.

The idea is fantastic, after everything that made you who you WERE is gone hundreds of your genes look around and say “OK , let’s get to work.”

Wouldn’t it be something if it worked on a grand scale , if your DNA grew another person from your remains.

Maybe we’d get wrapped up like mummies and after 70 days ( which is how long it took to prep a body for mummification ) there was an opening of the mouth ceremony and the bandages came off and there … would it be you? Another you? Would your DNA just pull together information from your history and  see what it got after repairing the damaged you?


Or maybe the way it work is that the person you could have been could have a chance to exist now, deprived of that chance because when the genetic dice got rolled the first time it lost.

Maybe that person is in our blood, our bones, our DNA and after we’ve gone it tries one last time to live.

What an idea.

What  story that would be.


Stacy Green Was Here


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When I was a kid, we used to go to the park and horse around the water towers at Jack Long Park.

We used to throw rocks, play wall ball and sit around the base of the tanks and tell each other stories about what would happen if the tanks exploded and the water rushed out- how much was there? Would we drown? Would they cancel school for the day…or maybe even TWO days?

We’d look up at those giants and wonder if they wanted to do just that- drown us all.

The park was a nice enough park, but those tanks were spooky.

They still are.


It was always cool and dark between the three tanks, if you yelled or laughed or talked it seemed like those towers muffled the sound- I take that back.

It was like having someone throwing their hand over your mouth mid scream.

Still, that was our favorite place to play and we went there every chance we got. The thing of it is, whenever we went there we’d lose track of time and end up ‘on restriction’ when we’d end up at back home.

When it came to being ‘on restriction’  my Mom and Dad would huff and puff and blow off some steam and I’d be free as a bird within 24 hours.

My friends did hard time, so I’d end up at the Towers on my own periodically.

One day I was up there throwing rocks at tallest tank
when some ‘big kids’ showed up.

They were around 13 and I was around 8 and I was a little squirt with long hair and from what I’m told, a somewhat unsettling disposition.

” Hey, don’t throw rocks at that thing. You might break it and all of the water will come out.”

The boys were all on bikes and they were cool looking- no doubt about that.

I picked up another rock and threw it at another tank.


” Do you want to die?” One of them asked.

I picked up another rock and threw it harder- it whizzed back at me and had I not stepped out of the way it would have hit me.

” No.  I’m just trying to shake something loose from the bottom of the tank.”

” Oh really? What?”

” Stacy. Stacy Green.”

“There’s nobody in there. ” they laughed at me.

I laughed back.

” You better hope  she is.”

I looked up a the tanks and so did the boys.

There were ladders on those towers, but of course you needed to bring a ladder to reach them. I looked up at one of them and said ” Good thing she’s afraid of heights. Even if I shake her loose she’ll be afraid to come down. I think.”

” You’re a weird little  kid.”

No doubt, they were impressed with my little story and as they rode off,  I heard one them say, ” Stacy Green. She said her name was Stacy Green.”


One day they put fences up around the tanks and now I feel a little sorry for the kids who will never have a place to go to discuss mortality, throw rocks without fear of punishment or breaking windows.

I’ll have to admit though, I’m glad that fence is there and that’s it’s locked.

Just in case Stacy Green ever decides to overcome her fear of heights.


Look Into My Crystal…I Mean Facebook Page


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I will look at your Facbebook page 


see all


know all



Anita Marie  Moscoso


I will troll 

your blog


see all


know all



Anita Marie Moscoso


To that 


Anita Marie Moscoso




the same

to the internet connection you rode in on.