Little Windows

Last year I was going to travel around the state and visit a list of towns I’ve put together where  there are supposed to be haunted houses and old cemeteries.

I haven’t done that.

Maybe glimpses through these windows will inspire me to get a move on.


That’s All Folks


This is my day to day world.

It’s gritty, dirty and it smells.

Sometimes I get away from it.

But most of the time, no matter how far I travel, no matter how firmly I shut my door when I get home at night I feel like I’m always here:

Photo A.M. Moscoso

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open air potty by my back door at work.

Photo A.M Moscoso

You would think that seeing this world would inspire me as a writer.

It does not.

It just makes me feel tired and angry.

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The Short Hike- For Fandango’s Flashback Friday

For Published on Enduring Bones June 2018

Reprinted for Fandango’s Flashback Friday

Photo A.M. Moscoso

She could see the top of the hill from where she was- it was covered with long razor sharp grasses and treacherous slick weeds covered with thorns and bugs that smelled like rotten meat if you stepped on them.

Above her the sky was a cool light blue but the air was hot and the Sun was frozen in the sky.

She thought about moving, maybe she’d go ahead and try to get to the top of the hill and leave the thistles and busy bugs and the slow moving stream full of brown fetid water behind her.

Then she blinked and in that single blink the Sun disappeared from the sky.

So did the hill.

So did the bugs.

Relief, she thought.

Something soft and cool settled on her cheek- and clung there like dew on a carpet of rich green grass. A colorless shade fell across her and she almost sighed in relief.

Then from the other side of the cool white shade she was in she heard someone say:

” Looks like she may have slipped trying to get up that hill- the back of her head is almost gone. I wonder what she hit on her way down.”

She knew.

All they had to do was lift the sheet back from her bruised and bloated face, look into her open unblinking eyes and ask.

Photo A.M. Moscoso


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