Gold Dusted Sundaes and Death


The Poetry of List-Making

For this week’s Discover Challenge, explore the poetic power of list-making.

Umberto Boccioni

Umberto Boccioni


Line by line

I want a plan

Surprise me not

Tie me down



Five of my favorite Flavors:


Captain Crunch

Cotton Candy

all in one bowl

top it off with Sweet Cherries

Heaven on a spoon.

Fog On The Thames by Monet

Fog On The Thames by Monet

My Life Goals:

I Want to be a ghost

I want to haunt a house

I want to be a nightmare

I want to be the dark.

Clyfford  Still

Clyfford Still

My Summer

Whirring fans

Root Beer floats

Buttered popcorn at the movies

Dried grass, dusty roads, dead flowers at the cemetery.

Moon Sets Sun rises

I’ve tasted, touched seen and heard it all

this Summer.

Stephane  Carricondo

Stephane Carricondo

My Bucket List ( or do this before I die because it would read great in my obituary)

I want to invade Mars

I want to eat an Ice Cream Sudae dusted in gold

I want to write my name in pink

on the side of a wall



and call it art.



Dear Me!

Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt



Photo of  A.M  Moscoso by Catalina Godfrey

Photo of 4 year old  A.M Godfrey
by Catalina Godfrey

Dear Old Lady Me

I’m Anita a long time ago.

I’m not afraid of anything.

I climb trees, sneak out of the house and play in the yard in the middle of the night and I’m not afraid of monsters, but I am sort of scared of Alien Invasions from Mars.

I drank kerosene and got my stomach pumped  and I like to dance the Hula  with no clothes on.

One day I guess I’ll be an old 50 year Old Lady.

I hope you don’t embarass me. I hope you’re brave, I hope you have long hair and I hope you’re not afraid of monsters.

Yours Truly

4 Year old

Anita Marie Godfrey.

Photo of Anita Moscoso by Luis S Moscoso

Photo of 50 Year Old Anita  Marie Moscoso
by Luis S Moscoso

Dear 4 Year Old Me

I can’t believe you didn’t kill us before we turned 6 years old.

No I’m not afraid of monsters- I write about them.

I’m not afraid of Alien Invasions, I’m pulling for one.

I still get up in the middle of the night sometimes and I still go outside and when I do I think about you- I can’t believe something as little as  you wasn’t afraid to do that. I don’t go out like that without my dog and a hockey stick.

I write about you a lot because you were hands down the weirdest, strangest and most entertaining kid I’ve ever known.

Turning 50 was actually kind of fun, but being you as a kid was a riot.

Let’s get back together soon.


Anita Marie


Boys and Their Toys

One day I came home from work and found my dog, Hamish Macbeth and his big brother Micey ( he’s not a mouse, he’s a cat ) sleeping side by side.

That is not unusual. They do that a lot.

Hamish and Micey by A.M. Moscoso

Hamish and Micey
by A.M. Moscoso

What was odd was that this time Hamish wasn’t napping with his favorite toy.

Hamish Macbeth by A.M. Moscoso

Hamish Macbeth by
A.M. Moscoso

Micey  had Hamish’s favorite toy…and he was wide awake, staring at Hamish and looking very pleased with himself, don’t you think?

Micey by A.M. Moscoso

Micey by A.M. Moscoso

Boys and their toys.

I am SO glad these two will never drive cars.