Vilhelm Hammershøi

Vilhelm Hammershøi


The hardest questions I’ve ever been asked:


Why do you think you’re still here and better people then you are not?

It took him twenty years to break my heart, will it be another 20 before it stops hurting?

Why do burnt marshmallows taste so good?


There is something comforting in knowing there isn’t an answer for everything. It makes me feel better about being so imperfect.


What do cats dream about?

Why are you so weird?

Why do you believe in ghosts?


Sometimes  I think people ask impossible to answer questions because they don’t have the nerve to say, ‘ You’re a jerk and I can’t say it so I’ll make you say it for me.”


Do you think my daughter thought about her son before she hung herself in her backyard?


I remember this one time when I was about eleven years old  someone asked me to explain why Mars was red and I knew the answer and after I gave it, this person sort of sneered and said  ‘ You have an answer for everything, don’t you?”


‘ You have an answer for everything’.

Sometimes I wish that were true.


Discover Challenge: Tough Questions

When Snakes Dream


The snake did nest in her mouth

it’s poison at away at her skin

nothing covers her aged bones but lies and smoke and sin


The snake did nest in her mouth

it’s forked tongue pierced her brain

no thoughts live in her skull just stories of what had been


The snake did nest in her mouth

it slithered its way to her heart

she wants to love she wants to live but the snake has its own dreams now.


Discover Challenge: One, Two, Three


(Music) Is A Moral Law


I like to listen to music when I’m writing- but we’ll get to that in a moment.

I was a musician and played the guitar for many years, so rock and roll was a very big part of my life. No matter where I am  or what I’m doing there’s music around me somewhere.

Here’s area few songs I enjoy listening to because they sort of reach into my brain and heart and flip the switches on:


Sometimes I like to listen to a song for the fun of it, it just zips along and I go with it and sing really loud- of course I can’t sing but who cares?

Classical Music speaks to me, I get it it”s like poetry all of those parts add up to an image or a feeling.

But that doesn’t mean you can’t have fun with it and it doesn’t have to make sense.

Some songs just make me say, ” Hell Yeah!”

” Victoria” by Ray Davies is for no one reason, ” my song. ”

I’m going to let you in on a secret about what what I listen to when I’m writing- the soundtrack to every word I have ever written.

What I am listening to right now.

In fact, if you read something of mine you can be sure I was listening to this band when I was writing:

One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.

Bob Marley

Music is a moral law. It gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and charm and gaiety to life and to everything.


I look at you and I write down what I hear.

Virgil Thomson




Discover  Challenge: Song

It’s All In The Eyes

Discover Challenge


This week, look to the bond between human and animal for inspiration.


The reflection of our bond with our animals is reflected in so many ways- but you can see it most clearly  in their eyes.



Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

This is my Hamish Macbeth’s first day at his new home in the fall of 2014- he had a fiery look in his then yellow eyes and I really liked that. He has always been that confident.

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Two years later and when I look into Hamish’s eyes I can’t see anything except for love and happiness- knowing that this wonderful creature is looking right at me and seeing expression shining out from his soul  puts where I stand in the Universe into perspective- and it’s truly humbling.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Hamish has always had a touch of the rogue in him- and this picture captures it perfectly. We were in a moment of puppy rebellion and it shows- it also shows he wasn’t afraid to be who he was in that moment.

Sham during the Year of The Turkey Incident

Photo A.M. Moscoso (1976)

Sham, my beautiful Malamute.

I was almost 12 years old when I bought him with almost 75.00 in change- literally it was all coins.

I was a kid when I trained him, played with him talked with him. He was my best friend and in his eyes you can see the infinite patience he had for his human girl who was just a puppy herself.

And he never, once used that size or smarts to try to get his way- he was an old soul.

The night he died there was a terrible storm and we lost power for almost two days.

I think that was Sham leaving this world.

Photo: AM. Moscoso

Photo: AM. Moscoso

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart- from the day I brought him home I knew he wasn’t just a cat- he was a part of my soul too- he brought me fresh kill when I was sick, stayed by my side when I was sad always answered when I called and he never truly belonged to anyone- we belonged to each other.

This picture was taken two months before he died from Kidney failure at age 17.

Later when I looked back at the pictures I took of him during this time I never realized how determined he looked- he actually lived longer then the Vet expected him too and I think he tried, with everything he had to stay with me.

It’s all right there.

In his eyes.


Photo A.M. Moscoso




Worn Words

Outer Layers

What story do the things you wear tell about you?

Pankiewicz: Swans in the Saxon Garden

Pankiewicz: Swans in the Saxon Garden

Every cut

every scar

every word

I have heard, written, spoken

has been

etched in my skin

carved on my face

inked on my bones


Every story

I have ever been

brought to life

with my pen

has a home

in my bones

on my face

flows through my veins

like warm blood, a soft breath, a laugh

a scream from the bottom of my soul

from the darkness of my heart

where the light has never been

Edouard Manet

Edouard Manet

I wear it all

for you to see

for me to feel

I am story

told on cold dark nights

when  the fog creeps in

and you are all alone

with me.


Before The Fall

Discover Challenge

Here and Now

Choose a moment and capture it in the medium of your choice.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso


This morning- there was a little bite to the air, it was dark and October will be here soon.

I wish it were now.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

This morning I saw the slow murder of Pioneer Square- she is slowly being crushed to death  by glass and cranes and steel.

I wish that were not happening now.

Or ever.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

I wonder where this stone came from, is it art?

I wonder about that now.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

I wonder what will happen to the rest of Pioneer Square- now.

Photo A.M Moscoso

Photo A.M Moscoso

TAKEN 9-21-16







Gold Dusted Sundaes and Death


The Poetry of List-Making

For this week’s Discover Challenge, explore the poetic power of list-making.

Umberto Boccioni

Umberto Boccioni


Line by line

I want a plan

Surprise me not

Tie me down



Five of my favorite Flavors:


Captain Crunch

Cotton Candy

all in one bowl

top it off with Sweet Cherries

Heaven on a spoon.

Fog On The Thames by Monet

Fog On The Thames by Monet

My Life Goals:

I Want to be a ghost

I want to haunt a house

I want to be a nightmare

I want to be the dark.

Clyfford  Still

Clyfford Still

My Summer

Whirring fans

Root Beer floats

Buttered popcorn at the movies

Dried grass, dusty roads, dead flowers at the cemetery.

Moon Sets Sun rises

I’ve tasted, touched seen and heard it all

this Summer.

Stephane  Carricondo

Stephane Carricondo

My Bucket List ( or do this before I die because it would read great in my obituary)

I want to invade Mars

I want to eat an Ice Cream Sudae dusted in gold

I want to write my name in pink

on the side of a wall



and call it art.





Paint a picture with words, capture someone on film, sketch a face in the crowd — this week, share a portrait.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Hamish Macbeth- Mountlake Terrace, WA

” The Smiling Dog”

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

” Friends”

Seattle, WA

Photo A.M. Mosccso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

“Vampire By Daylight”

New Orleans, LA

The Unquiet Door

For this week’s challenge, publish a post — any kind of post, be it fiction, nonfiction, poetry, photography, illustration, video, or anything else — inspired by this line:

It was the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last.

Photo A.M Moscoso

Photo A.M Moscoso

It was the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last

I would hear a knock

on the door


the end of the hall.

Photo: A.M Moscoso

Photo: A.M Moscoso

It was the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last

I would hear the door

at the end of the hall

open and close

on it’s own

with a click.

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

There will be a first time

and it will be the last time

I open the door

at the end of the hall

and walk through it