talk to me

 

I remember when I started to blog, what- it’s been over 10 years now, me and my fellow bloggers used to put a ton of energy and work into our posts so that people would chat it up in the comment section.

It used to be a great way to connect with other writers and have some fun.

Now we have Facebook and I can post a quip or a link and sometimes people care but most of the time they don’t say anything at all. I have friends who feel ‘left out’ because nobody or hardly anyone likes their posts or comments on them. I’m always surprised anyone stops by my FB page at all. It’s a mess over there.

For the most part, I treat FB like a notebook and I store pictures there.It’s fun to play with, but I’m not so sure it’s the best place to goof off and it’s fun to look at when I’m on the bus because if I read a book when I’m in a car or riding on the bus I get carsick.

I like my blog, it’s me.

My Facebook page is an accounting of me and do you know what?

I don’t like that at all.

 

 

 

 

 

Here’s Spit-Er Beauty In Your Eye

We prize beauty.

We have fought wars for it, killed for it, allow doctors to slice and carve our flesh and fill it with silicone, metal, and even magnets to shape it, to bend it and force to make our bodies beautiful.

From The Article: 12 Most Bizarre Body Implants       

Yes his tattoo has breast implants.

 

 

I have seen a lot of death and various stages of decay in my life time and this is what I’ve learned about the life expectancy of beauty.

You can change it, redefine it, shame people for having it or not having it.

But if you look at it, if you really open your eyes to it beauty is there is always there in all things  and it takes many forms.

I try to appreciate it and enjoy  seeing it no matter what shape it takes.

I think it makes me a kinder person- to both myself and others.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M Moscoso

 

Daily Post Prompt: Exposed

I Wrote This. In Ink.

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

 

Anybody with the Facebook account can be a writer or a journalist.

Anybody with an Instagram Account can be a Media Star.

So I’m beginning to wonder,

what’s the point in it all.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

If everyone is talking

is anybody listening

or are we just waiting for

someone, anyone to pause for a breath

so we can jump in and

for a moment shine?

 

I used to think that

writing and painting

drawing and singing, acting and photography

was a craft you worked at

dedicated yourself to

learned about and lived all of the time.

It lived in your soul.

 

Now all you have to do is enter your password

click and flick and there you are

securing your immortality on the internet

among photobombing cats and dogs

clueless  millennials, angry Bernie Bros

superstars all.

 

I think I’d better keep writing and reading

creating and listening

walking the world,

getting lost, being found

with my dog at my side, and not my phone

gloriously

independent

Anita Marie

a renaissance woman

app free

Vilhelm Hammershøi

Daily Post Prompt: Better