It Begins

Today is Halloween,

The night will be full of walking terrors, hungry vampires and  yellow eyed demons.

Witches are getting ready to cast a hex or two in honor of the season and spiders,  black cats and werewolves are getting ready to do a little cruncha cruncha muncha muncha on all things great and small.

I spend a lot of time in the Halloween World, so this  sums up my daily existence.

Not to be a killjoy but today is business as usual for me!

But what the heck- you all go out there and have some fun.

When you’re done, I’ll be right here.

Waiting.

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My Mask

Photo A.M. Moscoso

What are you going to be for Halloween

my friends ask me every year.

And every year

I am mask- less, costume-less, I look the way I always do.

But they keep asking, in the hope that one day I will surprise them all and

wear a mask that shows the world who I really am on the inside.

” I’ll bet she dresses up like a witch, or maybe she’ll be a zombie or a vampire or a Pirate or a rabid dog or a murderous robot a bucket of toxic waste!” I think they’ve said to themselves or each other.

I turn up on Halloween looking the way I always do and I always disappoint but I am forgiven because I give out really tasty treats.

” One of these days you should wear a mask at least.” I’ve been advised.

I touch my finger to my face- the muscles that lay against the bones on my skull are doing their job- they smile on command, look concerned on command they wrinkle the my nose just right when I want to show I am really, really tickled by what I’m hearing.

To be honest, I like the mask I wear out to face the world each day.

It’s pleasant, it’s approachable, it makes me look dull and slow and ‘sweet’.

It’s the best mask EVER and I don’t want to take it off, not for one second because being that little puff of sweetness is, in it’s own way fun and it’s the best Halloween trick ever because it goes on all year long.

So what do you think? Should I take it off? Dare I take it off?

I know, if I show you where the string is- it’s just behind my ear- would you like to give it a little tug and see who I am under my mask

or to be more specific-

what I am.

Taste of Bone

RDP Wednesday – GLEAN

Bones are porous  and that means that if you touch one to your tongue it will stick.

It’s science. I learned it from a book about forensic anthropology by William Maples and when the opportunity presented itself, I tried it.

It turned out to be true and it wasn’t as gross as touching your tongue to the business end of a 9 volt battery- don’t ask.

So here’s to you my bone licking friends in Forensic Anthropology and Archaeology – because  I thought those of us from Funeral Services were all alone on the odd side.

That’s okay, it was getting a little predictable at our end of the table anyways.

For the rest of you here are some pictures of bones- and I guess you could ask yourself:

Do I dare?

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

My Life Coach Is Probably Insane

RDP Tuesday: falling

Franz Von Stuck

Angels

can fall from grace

Starved for sunlight

leaves fall from the trees

Your heart, all on it’s own

without a thought to your brain

can fall in love.

The Angel, the leaf, the heart have told me

don’t be afraid of the fall-

so go ahead

fall as many times as you want

with every chance you get

life is an adventure!

Besides.

Falling isn’t the hard part.

Landing is.

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My Monsters

I wanted to craft a story

with ink, with needles with thread

I wanted to craft a story about

monsters and graveyards and the living dead.

I wanted to carve a story on bone, on stone on the insides of

my eyelids

I wanted to write a story

but the words

are staying out of my head.

The cowards.