Sounds Like A Plan


I have been asked.

What are my plans for Halloween?


Not much, just going to hang around with some friends.

Want to meet a few of them?

Well of course you do…I’m sure they’ll be out and about your way eventually.


Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M Moscoso


Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M Moscoso

Photos Taken at The New Orleans Historic Voodoo Museum

As A Matter of Fact, I DID Find That Amusing

My Sister set out fun Halloween decorations in her front yard- skeletons, spooky cats and a coffin full of bones.

I like the traditional Halloween fare,  so I took some pictures and got a little story- like the skeleton in the coffin has an ax buried in his chest- nice touch, so to speak.

My favorite part of the display wasn’t obvious and you might not notice it if you were to stop by and look around.

The squirrels have been chewing at one of the tombstones and digging around the cemetery.

I don’t know why that made me laugh but it did.

Grave Robbing Zombie Squirrels.

Gotta love it.


Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Care To Danse?

Photo A.M Moscoso

That could not have been you

I saw at the cemetery that day

sneaking out of your crypt in your finest

Sunday clothes.


That could not have been you

I heard singing in the cemetery that day

a dark little waltz

sung  sweetly off  key


Please tell me it wasn’t you

I saw in the cemetery that day

calling me to join you

in my finest Sunday Clothes.


Inktober 2018: Double

Is This For Me?

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso
Seattle, Washington USA

Photo A.M. Moscoso


When statues of Anubis turn up in my life, good things happen.

It’s like a gift or an omen, but like I said it’s always good.


Mr. Gale’s Funeral

Photo by Brett Sayles on



We met to plan the final details for Mr. Gale’s  in the Gale Family home.

It was the beginning of fall and the leaves had just started to drop from the trees.


” Just treat it like any other tradition Funeral, ” his wife told me on the day we planned Mr. Gale’s funeral. ” Flowers, candles maybe someone can read poem and can you recommend a Minster? I suppose we need one of those.”


I assured her I could see to all of these details.


” I am so glad to hear that Irene, this is such a trying time you know.”


” I do and I’m very glad I could help.”


Mrs. Gale leaned over and whispered into my ear. ” I am curious dear, how it came that you decided to become-” she was at a loss for the word  which is not unusual in times like this.


I patted her arm. ” It’s the family business.”


Mrs. Gale got up and smoothed her hair and then walked over to her husband’s casket and put her gloved hand on it, somewhat cautiously. ” Oh Dear, I almost forgot. Music. Can we have music-”


The thudding and screaming resumed from inside the sealed casket.


” In case he starts up with that again ” sighed the soon to be widow.


Daily Addictions Prompt: Identical

After While Crocodile



I don’t want to be rushed.

I don’t want to fly

I don’t want to shoved ahead or  pushed.

Its not that I don’t like to feel

the wind in my face

I hate to run


all of my life

I’ve been shouted at, shamed and chased.


So please feel free to soar on by

I’ll catch you up later


if I happen to come by.


Daily Addictions Prompt: Soar