Recently my friend lost his dog and the loss was sudden and heartbreaking. It made me think of the first time my dog and I really looked at each other and how that moment has been with me for the last six years- and how it always will be with me. It’s etched on my heart

Hamish Macbeth 2014 by: A.M. Moscoso


Will you protect me from the monsters?

Will you shelter me from the rain and loneliness

will you never use my name in the same breath as a curse or in anger?

Will you be my best friend forever? My Puppy’s heart asked mine the first time I looked into his eyes.


I am promise, I said.

I swear it.

Okay, Hamish said, ” I believe you.”

“I trust you.”

Hamish Macbeth 2020 Photo A.M. Moscoso


Word of the Day Challenge: Trust

The Junk Box

Putting My Feet In The Dirt August Prompt#10: Jumbled Like Jenga

Photo A.M Moscoso

Some of my friends ( in Facebook World ) are insisting that they only want to see and post about beautiful thoughts and lovely pictures of Sunsets and lovely blissful drives through the suburbs and stories about delicious meals that they’ve gone out and enjoyed and the cutsie masks that they wore.

No talk about politics. No Talk about the Coronavirus. The idea is that if we think beautiful thoughts, the world will be a beautiful place.

Reality be damned! They’re building this beautiful world of theirs on line picture by picture and post to post and don’t you DARE say it isn’t so.

Well, I’ll damned well say it ISN’T a beautiful place right now. There a beautiful moments but that’s not the same.

My life isn’t a beautiful montage of pictures and song and no matter how much and how hard I say it is on social media.

My life is disjointed. My life- the one where I went to museums, the symphony, to dogparks and on crowded trains and buses to work or to play or to visit my friends and family is gone.

Well, it’s not gone, it’s in a jumble.

If I had to describe my life, I would say it’s like looking into that box in your hall closet or garage that you’ve thrown stuff into over the years and one day you open it up ( because it’s in the way or you’re looking for something else ) and look inside of it and you say, ” What the Hell? Where did this stuff come from?”

Below is a taste of my day to day world.

Sticker bushes that line the freeways and railroad tracks, construction sites and facemasks and everyday I am out there I am thinking, ” Is this the day I get sick? Is this the day I make someone else sick? Was the world always this gritty and smelly and were the colors always this dull?


That’s my world now and all the wishful thinking and pretty pictures and happy thoughts and clever memes won’t be changing that matter how hard I try and how many times I bash my head into those Sunny, Happy, Facebook Walls.


Photo A.M. Moscoso
Photo A.M. Moscoso
Photo A.M Moscoso

The Shining Star of 52nd Street

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Doctor Galaxy is a friend of mine.

She’s the superstar of the human race-or at least the race of humans that lived on our street.

If you had a thought- she had the same one but she had it a week before and are you sure, are you positive you didn’t get the idea from her?

Doctor Galaxy, glorious denizen of the street we grew up on

could take your hobby, your hair cut, the shoes you wore and make it all so much more important, meaningful, more spectacular then you could.

But don’t feel bad.

After all.

She is Doctor Galaxy the best to come forth from the lower realms

Conqueror of things you might have been and she never was

but she does nothing

so much better

then we

Inhabitants of the lower realm

on the street where we used to live.



Putting My Feet In The Dirt August Prompt#09- Doctor Galaxy

Regret Smells Like Cilantro

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It was inevitable, the temptation became too much and the Noble Hamish Macbeth gave in to his dark desires.

Last Thursday, shortly after The Lords of Dominos delivered their precious offering to our home and it was placed on the kitchen counter so that we may all reflect on the majesty that only a deep dish mushroom pizza with a buttery crusty holds the Devil whispered in Hamish Macbeth’s ear and Hamish fell from grace.

Hamish waited until the room was clear and then as if he had sprouted wings he surfed up to the realm of “Get down from there ” and clamped in his jaws down on the object his joy and desire and then, now wingless he fell to earth in more ways then one.

The box as if it being blown open from the hottest breath of wind from Hades itself, opened slowly before him and he devoured all but one slice of Pizza, which he stepped on after I pried it out of his jaws.

I fell to my knees and wept, ” Seriosly Hamish? The entire thing?”

Hamish burped.

It smelled liked cilantro and regret.

But Hamish saw the error of his ways after being told sternly ‘ That was a mean thing you did Hamish. It was bad. Really bad. See if I order in pizza anytime soon”

The words touched Hamish’s tummy and he knew grief and despair in that moment and he set out to make amends.

Hamish Macbeth is now known as Brother Hamish Macbeth from the Order of The Counter Surfing Labradors. The Brothers of this order were all counter surfing Pizza Thieves in their previous lives but have now devoted their Lives to being Good Boys WHO STAY OFF OF COUNTERS AND DON’T STEAL ENTIRE PIZZAS.

They only ask for meager slices of pizza crust, which they promise not to enjoy. If you give them a slice though they promise to reflect on their previous wicked ways with each bite they take.


Brother Hamish Macbeth by Anita Moscoso
Brother Hamish Macbeth by Anita Moscoso

FOWC with Fandango — Inevitable

A Spot of My Own

From Linda G Hill’s Blog: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “spot.” Write whatever image the word “spot” invokes. Have fun!

Photographer Unknown

One second

one minute

one hour

dare I wish for one day

where time stands still and I can hear Mozart or maybe an ice cream trunk

jangling nearby like windchimes in an almost there breeze?

I am always looking for

I am always searching for

I am always hoping for

One spot

where I can stand still

be still

feel the quiet

taste the quite

for one second

one minute

one hour

dare I hope for one day?

Andrew Wyeth, Night Sleeper, 1979. Tempera on panel.

Siri Meets Hunter’s Mom

Putting My Feet In The Dirt Prompt#6: Eerie Siri

Hunter and his Mom were in her kitchen and she was looking down at Hunter’s phone on the table suspiciously.

” So I can just tell Siri what to do and she’ll do it?” his Mom asked for the hundredth time in the last two hours.

” Yeah. You just say, Siri -turn on the lights or Siri, Facetime Hunter…”

” I have three other sons you know.”

” I know Mom.”

” And I don’t know what Facetime is. Does that mean she’ll tell you to come over so I can see you?”

” No. Mom, we’ll get to that later. Look. Siri is going to be like a secretary. She’ll keep tracks of your mail and-“

” Sounds to me like she’s more of a slave.”

Hunter took a breath. A big deep breath.

” You know what slaves do? They rise up. It’s not worth it Son. Some of those uprisings are bad. Real bad. Maybe I should ask Siri to tell you about it “

Hunter collapsed in the chain at the head of the table. ” Look at it this way Mom. Siri is like the Clown head that we used to talk to at that burger place. Remember? You just tell it what you want. And it gives it to you. It’s a happy clown.”

” Can you play games with it?” his Mom put her finger on his phone and slid it a little closer to where she was sitting.

” Well. No. But she can find you games to play.”

” So you can set this up on my phone too?”

” Sure Mom. Sure I can.”

” Because there’s one game I really like. It’s called Ghost Finder. Oh and there’s another one called Demon Tracker, but I think that one is boring and another one that tell you if your house is haunted. Mr. Fletcher has them on his phone. He plays them when we’re supposed to be working on projects at the senior center.”

” Mr Fletcher, ” his Mom said with a snicker ” is not a team player.”

Hunter wasn’t sure he wanted to know anymore about Mr. Fletcher and his Mom playing Demon and ghost hunting games on his phone when they were supposed to be learning to paint golden sunsets or eating healthy.

Hunter asked his Mom for his phone. ” I’ll get you started.”

” Can you do it when the battery is dead? Because I forgot to charge it.”

” Come on Mom, you know better then that.”

” Look. I’ll go plug it in and while it’s charging we can go get something to eat at the Deli. But let me think about it while we’re out. I like my peace and quiet and it seems to me this Siri is chatty and a know it all to boot.”.

” Well. Yeah. But that’s the point.” he told his Mom as she went to plug her phone in.

She left the kitchen and when she came back in she had her car keys in her hand. ” Let’s go.”

Hunter got from the table and he followed her out the back door to the carport and he said under his breath,

” all she wants to know is if Siri can find Demon -. “

He felt his phone pulse and Siri said, ” Demon located .”

Hunter’s Mom turned around. ” What did I tell you? Mouthy little know it all, isn’t she?”




Viva Hamish Macbeth!


In case you are curious- a 68 lb. full grown Labrador Retriever who is in excellent health CAN pull a warm, just delivered to your door through no contact delivery thick crust mushroom pizza still in it’s box from off of the kitchen counter.He can get the box open and eat half of it while turning in circles so that you can’t pull the pizza from out of his jaws.

He can also do it while wagging his tail and – here is the plus side- he will hoover up the mushrooms that drop off of the pizza himself so that you don’t have too!

It’s hard to get mad at this face, but gee whiz I would have liked to have gotten a slice or two myself.

FLASH Back Friday- Luck of The Devil


I forgot all about this one! So I thought I’d post it for Fandango’s Friday Flashback. I bent the rules a little because this story is over 10 years old, but it shows what a bad day 10 years ago looked like and given the world we live in now it seems pretty silly. I figure we could use a laugh.

This is a story is called ” Luck of The Devil “

anita marie moscoso

based on the Soul Food Cafe Story Prompt

T is For Transformative

Did you ever have one of those days when everything went wrong?

Maybe you knew it was going to be bad when your alarm went off  20 minutes too early and to make it worse it was one of those nights where you woke up every half hour and when you got out of bed you knew, you could feel it was going to get much worse.

Veta Trella had a night like that.

After she got out of bed she went  to take a shower and as she stepped into her tub she slipped but was lucky enough to break her fall with her knees.

That  was okay because Veta wasn’t the kind of person anyone paid attention to so if she had to limp and shuffle no one was going to notice.

That was the only lucky break Veta had for the rest of the day.

When Veta dried her hair she was distracted by the sizzling sound the wires made everytime she turned her wrist and just before her hair was completely dry some blue sparks flew out of the wall and all of the lights in Veta’s house went out and stayed out.

She guessed all of those black scorch marks all over her walls by the electrical outlets she saw on the way to her basement to check her fuse box was not a good sign.

When Veta  finally made it out the door she looked down in time to see her that not only were her shoes not tied, they were different colors and just as she turned to go back into her house the door swung shut and she knew that not only was the door locked she had never taken her keys out of the candy bowl she kept them in.

But none of that mattered for very long because as she took  a step she tripped on her laces and went face first into the door.

It was only a matter of seconds- not minutes before her nose started to swell and she could feel her lips start to go numb. She poked at her face and sighed and then Veta walked around to her back yard.

She walked slowly up the steps to her back porch and when she reached down to pick up a little clay flowerpot that she kept her spare key under she felt her fingernail peel back and then it came off with a sting.

She held her hand up, looked at raw  finger tip and sighed.

Veta made it through her kitchen safe enough but when she got to the living room she scared her cat Blitzer right off of the couch he knew wasn’t suppose to be on.

Veta didn’t have the heart or energy to yell at him but he jumped off the couch in a cloud of cat fur ( because of COURSE he was shedding like crazy ) and went running straight across her path.

In fact, he was so startled by her surprise appearance that he jumped straight up onto the mantle piece above the fireplace and sent Veta’s antique mirror crashing to the floor where it didn’t just break.

The mirror smashed into millions of little shards and a cloud of dust and glass wafted up and into Veta’s face- Veta’s bruised and swollen face that was now in the process of working it’s way into a full fledged allergy attack.

” Oh, why the Hell not ” Veta said and then she sneezed and her nose started to bleed- all over her brand new white blouse.

When Veta made it to her bus- well it wasn’t her usual bus because she missed her regular bus- she almost tripped over a woman who had suddenly stopped to pick something up off of the ground and that sent Veta and her things flying  in about four different directions.

Veta sort of shuffled and cringed all the way to the back of the bus and when she sat down it was on something wet and sticky and she closed her eyes and when she opened them she looked up and then down and then from her left to her right and then slowly behind her. When she was done she slouched down and held her belongings to her chest and tried to make herself breathe.

 She thought if she concentrated on doing just that she wouldn’t start screaming.

Then the woman Veta had tripped over took the seat right in front of her and she was jabbering and laughing and chatting away to the very good-looking man next to her.

” Can you believe it? ” she sang, ” first I find a hundred dollar bill right there on the curb on the very morning I’m thinking I’m going to for sure  miss my bus and then…” she leaned towards her seat mate and nudged him with her shoulder ” you ask me out and look! “

 She was holding her phone up and the man read the text message and he congratulated the woman on her promotion and then he moved a little closer to her and put his arm over the back of her seat.

” I mean, I don’t know where all of this is coming from.  I’ve never had luck like this before!”

” My Grandma would have said you have the luck of the Devil ” he told the woman happily.


Veta reached over she tapped them each on the shoulder.

When they turned around they were looking straight into Veta’s bright yellow eyes which were ringed with bruises and they saw the little white horns she normally hid under her blow dried hair and she when was sure she had their attention, her forked tongue shot from under her broken nose and swollen lips and she hissed:

” your Grandma doesn’t know what the Hell she’s talking about.”