Stories , Poems, and More By A.M. Moscoso

Even The Grim Reaper needs to kick back, soak up some rays and maybe toss back a Mojito or three. When I want to relax that’s what I do. Except for the scythe I leave that in my car.  

As I write this, I am full of love Full of calm, full of peace Many years have passed since I felt like this Blending with life, with the universe Serene and balanced It’s a nice feeling, euphoric, liberating, yet connecting A high Simplicity overwhelms my thoughts Air around me fits like a cozy blanket…