When Horror Writers Dream



A writer

with pen in hand

an idea in her brain

trapped in dream that could mean she is not quite sane.


She  questions the man who rides next to her on the train

Do you think I am a creep? Almost pretty  but not quite there?

I was left for dead because I was not fuckable

by Prince Charming with Mommy issues.


Go ahead look away

I don’t care.

I have no face, no place to go, nowhere to be, I’m really not here she says

into his pale and frightened face.

No one will believe I was real.

They never have.


The writer with Pen in hand

an empty notebook waiting to be fed

could go anywhere unnoticed

and dress  like a whore, a soccer mom,  a serial killer with pink and yellow hair.


The writer’s life is a dream

A nightmare that she could wake up from

if she was really asleep

and wanted to.

Here’s My Line


[you’ll probably recognize the tune soon enough…]

Zombies with leg cramps

and Werewolves with itches

Vampires with toothaches

and Witches with sniffles

Halloween sounds pretty cool

unless you’re a monster coming down with  the flu.


When the ghosts cry

and the bats fly

and the tombs open wide

We’ll just bundle up

and snack on a corpse

and try it again….

Next Year.




The Most Exclusive Club EVER

FOWC with Fandango — Social

There is an app for everything now.

Trying to find your way to- geeze I don’t know, does anyone go anywhere anymore? Anyway if you do want to go somewhere an app will tell you how to reach your destination quickly it will tell you which route to take and it will remind you to breathe and blink.

Just kidding, there isn’t an app for that.


With an app you can even  find love, sex, heaven to Betsy you can even find  ghosts!

Want to avoid human contact when you are out in public? There’s an app for that- you can play games, look up FAQs about other apps- in a pinch you can hop on the  YELP app and give a bad review to a business you’ve never been too.

Its punkish thing to do, but you know until there’s an app to rid your personal space of other living creatures,   what other options do you have?

However if you are above cheap stunts and you want to actually learn something , you can explore  Space with an app. There’s a few of those that are pretty  impressive and the kicker is you never have to actually look up to the sky  when you use it.

Apps are magical things and at times they almost seem alive.

Apps care for us and obey us.  They’re like a loyal dog that you don’t have to feed or clean up after or  walk. They don’t shed or try to hump the neighbor’s leg.

Most of all with our apps we can each be a member of the most exclusive club in the world where it’s lone member is not only the brightest star in the heavens, but the only star- the most loved star showered with all the blessings and gifts the Gods have to offer.

Apps, hold us safe, sound,  and firmly in Non-existent hands.



Blah, Blah , Blah and Whatnot

I love to listen to people talk, I love to hear their stories, I  really enjoy watching people paint pictures with words because I’m a writer and to be honest I’m always on the hunt for snapshots that I can file away and dig out when I’m writing

and I do that, a lot.

The thing is, since FB and cellphones and emojis I think that people are losing their ability to have actual conversations and listening to some people isn’t much fun or even interesting anymore.

Part of the reason I feel this way are because of these two over used , vomit inducing expressions:

The first is Whatnot.

People use this phrase when there are just to many words to choose from so they make you decide which ones to choose because life is just so hectic and saving time is the name of the game.

” Well. I like all those shoes and whatnot “

” I binged watch Netflix and whatnot and then I ordered pizza” 

” It took me 20 minutes longer and whatnot because the traffic  was bad.”

Sure I can fill in the blanks for every “whatnot” you drop on me. But when I do, in my head  I’m going to replace your voice with the one that I imagine my cat would have if he could talk ( just to make things interesting ).

I’m pretty sure he’d toss a few extra words my way to make his point because my cat is all about making himself understood. Cats are like that.

Anyway, when I hear “whatnot” this is what it feels like and to a degree sounds like ( when I forget to queue my cat’s voice )


And then there’s blah, blah,  blah.

People pop those words in when they’re repeating a conversation and they really want to drive home the fact that the other person is a fool and stupid and what they said was meaningless and not important to the point that the person telling you their story is making.

Look, get out your cell phone or go to a mirror and say, ‘blah blah blah’

Not a pretty picture is it.

Do yourself a favor and drop blah, blah, blah from your lexicon.


That was a rant wasn’t it?

But not one without some merit.


Fandango’s February Expressions #17

Something New

Most of the time all I see on this street are Seattle Bike riders zipping down the sidewalk instead of the bike lanes that they refuse to use because- you know they just don’t want too and I see a lot of people on their phones  and commuters rushing to the buses and the train  and sometimes I see something neat like this:

Photo A.M. Moscoso

I thought it was a nice change, but of course it’s gone because it got in the way of

the righteous bike riders

and people who need a clear path to walk on because they’re on their phones and they’re distracted and why should they watch where they are going

and commuters who don’t want to be here any longer then they have to.

It was a change, like I said and a nice one.

Photo A.M. Moscoso