Describe Yourself In Three Fictional Characters:
:::And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming:::
Month: September 2016
Says You!
Photo: A.M. Moscoso
We considered behaving, but it’s against our nature.
Photo: A.M. Moscoso
There’s nothing certain in a man’s life except this: That he must lose it.
Photo: A.M. Moscoso
The muses are ghosts, and sometimes they come uninvited.
― Stephen King, Bag of Bones
Before The Fall
Discover Challenge
Here and Now
Choose a moment and capture it in the medium of your choice.
Photo A.M. Moscoso
This morning- there was a little bite to the air, it was dark and October will be here soon.
I wish it were now.
Photo A.M. Moscoso
This morning I saw the slow murder of Pioneer Square- she is slowly being crushed to death by glass and cranes and steel.
I wish that were not happening now.
Or ever.
Photo A.M. Moscoso
I wonder where this stone came from, is it art?
I wonder about that now.
Photo A.M. Moscoso
I wonder what will happen to the rest of Pioneer Square- now.
Photo A.M Moscoso
TAKEN 9-21-16
PIONEER SQUARE
SEATTLE, WASHINGTON
and
MOUNTLAKE TERRACE, WASHINGTON
USA
The Embalmer’s Hours
Daily Prompt
Silence
Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt
I used to work in a funeral home
I used to sit with the dead.
I used to fit them in their finest clothes
I arranged their flowers, their hair, their hands.
As I worked
I’d listen to Mozart, sometimes it was the Ramones
sometimes I would eat Pez and sprinkle holy water
on a plant we kept in the hall.
The dead had died
and I was alive
we were mismatched companions for awhile
but
I wonder what it was
that
watched us both
in
such quiet and thoughtful silence.
