The Darker Stage

PHOTO A.M Moscoso

The first time I  felt Dusk arrive

was also the first time I went Trick or Treating.

It was my first Halloween.

And on that night

on my first Halloween

at my first Dusk

I learned

The  Dead opened their eyes in dark tombs and in the blackness of their graves.

That Ghosts slid like mist down from Attics, up from basements and out of trees

and if you were in the right place,  your face hidden behind a scary mask and you waited in the dying daylight  with  flashlight in one hand and a bag of candy in the other

you might see

A Witch fly across the moon

a Werewolf stalking a girl in a red hood

a Vampire in a cape waiting for you at the side of the road.

 

At the darkest part of Twilight

when a sleeping world woke up

I learned

that

Devilish little creatures

like me

come out to play.

Twilight Time
Words by Buck Ram.
Music by Morty Nevins, Al Nevins, and Artie Dunn

Heavenly shades of night are falling, it’s twilight time
Out of the mist your voice is calling, it’s twilight time
When purple-colored curtains mark the end of day
I’ll hear you, my dear, at twilight time

Deepening shadows gather splendor as day is done
Fingers of night will soon surrender the setting sun
I count the moments darling till you’re here with me
Together at last at twilight time

Here, in the afterglow of day, we keep our rendezvous beneath the blue
Here in the same and sweet old way I fall in love again as I did then

Deep in the dark your kiss will thrill me like days of old
Lighting the spark of love that fills me with dreams untold
Each day I pray for evening just to be with you
Together at last at twilight time

Here, in the afterglow of day, we keep our rendezvous beneath the blue
Here in the sweet and same old way I fall in love again as I did then

Deep in the dark your kiss will thrill me like days of old
Lighting the spark of love that fills me with dreams untold
Each day I pray for evening just to be with you
Together at last at twilight time
Together at last at twilight time

Daily Addictions Prompt: Dusk

Betsy Takes a Drive

My response to prompt from the Soul Food Cafe

At The Crossroads

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” This place really is a ghost town”  Victor said to Betsy.

They were standing next to Betsy’s car on that hot, dusty August afternoon, in a town that used to be called Milton.

Betsy was holding a water bottle full of warm water but she drank it anyway because it was wet and her mouth was full of grit. ” Yeah, well it’s dead alright. Dead and as dry as an old bone. ”

Victor shook his head when Betsy offered him a drink from the bottle that was now full of floating bits of whatever had made it’s way into Betsy’s mouth when the air conditioner in the car decided to stop working and she rolled the windows down for some moving air. ” Really Betsy?”

” Your loss.”She put the cap back on the bottle and tossed it back into her car. ” Yep. ” This is…

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Hallow Me

From My Soul Food Café Workbook

At The Crossroads

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When I was a child I was inspired by Halloween.

I was moved to create art- either on a pumpkin or by drawing Halloween pictures ( which were pretty horrifying because I couldn’t draw and anything I did draw ended up looking like a disjointed mess ) or by putting together ideas for costumes.

I always wanted to be a dog or a space alien or a monster but somehow I ended up compromising with my Mom and my Paternal Grandmother by wearing one of my Easter dresses. Coupled with  little makeup I was  transformed into a last minute ‘princess’ or I’d get one of those costumes in a box that were all the rage back in the early 1970’s.

So yes, I was moved to create some kind of art at Halloween but I just was not very good at it.

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Is Nowhere Somewhere?

All of these signs have something to say.

They offer us guidance or they serve as a blank canvass  for some impromptu self expression.

Most of the time I think they get in the way and that they talk too much.

Just like people.

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Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso