Last Sniff Of The Deceased


Embalming Fluid.

It comes in various colors- including blue and pink.

Sitting in their plastic bottles, embalming fluid looks like the syrup they use to make Slurpees.

It doesn’t smell like it though.

To bad I used to think, I’d love to go out smelling like a Blue Meanie Slurpee.


Today  I learned, ( oh happy day!)  you CAN go out smelling like a slurpee- or any other fruit drink of your choosing:

pierce-slider-nxt-gen-v3What do you know- dreams CAN come true!

Daily Prompt: Scent


Pioneer Square, Seattle WA

My favorite place to check out new art has some interesting pieces on display today-

okay, the gallery is an alley wall in Pioneer Square

but does that matter?

I have found that it does not- though it’s a challenge to shoot a picture around dumpsters and pallets.

But it was worth it.


Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso


Fall Back

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Intolerance for tolerance

insanity for sanity

post pictures of cats, your favorite shoes a glass of wine

smile take another selfie

your world is fine

nothing to see if you close your eyes

cut out your tongue

and feed your spine to the crows.


What’s on TV

where’s your phone

where is your phone

sweet relief

it’s right there.


Time to go back to sleep.




Daily Post Prompt: Replacement



” Tell me a story Mommy”

Violet opened one eye and it found it’s way to the clock next to her bed.

Two in the morning her clock read.

She closed her eye .

” Please Mommy tell me a story. Tell me about the monster in the attic. It’s forever until morning and I can’t sleep.”

A little hand fell to her eye and gently lifted her eyelid open.

Violet looked up.

She didn’t have any children.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso


Once Upon My Time

When I was a little girl, I wanted to grow up and have a career and my own apartment just like Mary Richards- my career choices in case your curious were:

Astronaut, Writer, Fighter Pilot or a Pirate ( with my OWN Pirate ship- 0f course)

Nobody ever said I couldn’t do what  set out to do and nobody told me I had to be thin and pretty and have a cute boyfriend at my side.

Those were the days.


Cold World Blues




Today I was hoping for the sun to shine

was hoping to see it, feel it on this tired face of mine

Today I was hoping for the sun to shine

was hoping to feel it warm this cold heart of mine


The Moon came up like it always does

the stars burned all night against the dark sky- you  know they did

But this morning when I opened my eyes

no Sun burned away, chased away  the  gathering dark clouds above


Today I was hoping for the Sun to shine.

Something has to warm this cold world of mine.


Daily Post Prompt: Yellow

Walk On

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso


Photo A.M Moscoso

Photo A.M Moscoso


It’s so simple-

finding  out who you are

what lives in your head

what doors to open

what doors to close


It’s so simple-

to be who you are

like who you are

It only goes wrong

when you

stop to ask,

‘ Is this okay’


Daily Post Prompt:Simple


Taken Words

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

When I write a story I want to smell ink,

I want to see a stack of pages fill up a tray

I want to feel the world I created

word by word in my head.

The internet took all of that away

word by word

Stories cast out into a dark

electronic world

leaving me  in this one to wonder

were they ever here at all?



Daily Prompt: Filter

Everything Has a Purpose- Even Facebook

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

I’ve been using Facebook a lot recently- I go on there and mostly address the currant cluster F*&! that Trump AKA Twitler has unleashed on our country as well as the rest of the world.

I even reached wrote an open letter to the Queen of England- it was in fun but I did do some homework before I did it- which I’ll explain in a bit.

Here’s the letter:

Letter From America To The Queen of England

May It Please Your Majesty

I wish to inform you of a terrible occurrence that has happened in the United States of America, a former colony of the much respected and admired Great Britain.

Recently a select group of citizens ( refered to as The Electoral College) voted to put a crazy man into the highest office in the land.

The man in question displays delusions of grandeur on Twitter at three in the morning, is barely fluent in The Queen’s English and the only skill he has managed to master is the one of, to put it in polite terms, is Cat Grabbing.

Please consider taking us back your Majesty.
We will be easy to find should her Majesty choose to save us- we will be the huddled masses yearning to be free at the end of We are all Screwed and What The Hell Is Going To Happen Next Street.

We hope this letter finds your Majesty well.

Please save us before he kills us all.

Yours Truly,

I actually tried to follow the correct form when one writes a letter to Her Majesty.

You know- just FYI