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