Not Alone



I write because there are rooms in my head with doors shut and locked with do not disturb signs hanging from the doorknobs.

I write because the rooms are dark and I can hear, at least I think I can hear voices that are talking to themselves, singing to themselves, raging at themselves and worst of all- laughing at themselves.

The laughing is the worst sound of all of the sounds making their way out to the hall.

I write because there are galleries in my head- some are filled with paintings, some of the galleries are empty  except for the paint chipping off of the walls and dusty handprints pressed against the windows. I write because the galleries have people lost in the corridors and all of the people I see look like me when I was young and some are me when I am old and some of them glide through the galleries like ghosts.

I write because of the stories in my head and if I don’t let them out to play, I think they will invite me in and I just might never leave.

That is why I write.


WordPress Blogging U: Day One: I write Because…

It’s A Secret

I like to write in song

and I like to write when there are people going in and out of the room

I like to write with my dog next to me so that I can use him for an arm rest and when I get bored I can start rubbing his ears and I get him to play ( no matter what he is doing)when I start to howl like a wolf.


I really don’t need a place to go where I can shut out the rest of the world so I can be alone with my thoughts and create. I don’t know about you, but the inside of my head is not the place to be without the aid of a night light.

Besides when I write, I slide into the zone pretty fast, so it’s not like I’m tracking a lot of what is going on around me anyway.

I do like to listen to music, for a little while when I start to put together a story or a poem.

But I do have this romantic vision of me writing away in a dark room with a roaring fire in a giant fireplace and a storm raging outside of my stained glass windows.

Sometimes I can see myself look up from my work and I can see myself looking over my right shoulder- and then slowly I turn my head and look over my left shoulder and then I spin around in my chair and I look at myself right in the eye and say,

” Shouldn’t you be, I don’t know, writing?”



Just Curious: Have any ideas for an upcoming post? Let me know in the comment section.

WordPress Blogging U- Day Six: The Space To Write

Look Closer

WordPress Everyday Inspiration:

One of the goals of this course is to tap into new and unexpected places for post ideas. Today, let’s look to Twitter for inspiration.

One of the goals of this course is to tap into new and unexpected places for post ideas. Today, let’s look to Twitter for inspiration.

I was inspired by the Hate spread on Twitter by Trumps Hate Brigade to write the following:

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

When we hold ourselves back

when we step away

when we separate ourselves, distance ourselves, keep to ourselves

we can not see

Photo AM. Moscoso

Photo AM. Moscoso

How a like we are.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

” Spot ”

New Orleans, LA

October 2012



I Write Therefore I Am

Everyday Inspiration

Day One: I write because …

Today, tell us: why do you write? Set a timer and free-write for 15 or 30 minutes without stopping. Begin your post with “I write because …” or start it any other way you wish.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

I write because I can’t draw or paint, so I make pictures with words.

I can’t sing so I try to write poems and that way I can  lift my voice up as high or as low and with much feeling as I can manage.

I write because the world is full of stories just waiting to be found and to be told. When I write, I feel like I just found treasure.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

I write because I want to be heard and understood, I write because I want to listen and learn.

I write because I hope that after I’m gone, someone will find something I wrote and say, ” You know, I think I get her. She was sort of cool in a weird way.”

I write because I the world is full of adventure and mystery, horrible cruelty and sweet kindness and I want to do my part to save those little glimpses into our ‘once upon a time’.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

I write because I have always been a storyteller.


So Noted

Everyday Inspiration

Day Two: Write a List

Things I Like

Mark Ryden

Mark Ryden

I like questions

and riddles

cupcakes and science

snow and ice and rain.

I like scary stories and horror stories

and pictures of bones and cats.


I like dark nights and gloomy mornings

fog and pumpkins and sunflowers.


I like the Ocean,

not so much the mountains

and I can’t breath in open spaces.


I like writing and dreaming

and Mozart and Monet

and books written a long time ago.



List Me A List


Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Everyday Inspiration:

Day Two:

Write a List

Things I’ve Learned


If you’ve been electrocuted a bunch of times bee stings don’t hurt anymore.

Counting backwards is a skill I will never master.

I can’t binge watch Tv shows.

The smell of death doesn’t bother me but the smell of hairspray does.

Being electrocuted a bunch of times probably is not a good thing.

I can pull splinters out of my own hands with my fingers really fast but I use tweezers when someone asks me to pull one from them. And I do it slowly.

I think being electrocuted a bunch of times was something I could have learned to avoid.

Pork Rinds. The cheapest you can find. Yum. You’re welcome.

I hate the phrase ‘ awesomesauce’ so much I actually went and looked it up :

What does the word AWESOMESAUCE mean?
KUSA – If you ever get “hangry,” you can go to the “cat cafe” and grab something “snackable” while you watch “awesomesauce” videos from your favorite “YouTuber.” Or, you can just “rage-quit” everything and wonder what all these words just added to the Oxford Dictionary mean. No, “rly.”

Nooooo….brainworm alert brainworm altert must stop stupid words from nesting




Electricity is not my friend.

Photo A,M. Moscoso

Photo A,M. Moscoso



David Tennant.

Cupcakes and David Tennant.

Cupcakes served by David Tennant.




If Wishes Were Horses ( with blood red eyes )


Everyday Inspiration

Day Two: Write a List

Today, let’s write a list. Compiling a list is a way to let loose, unlock ideas, and free your mind.

Today, write your own list on one of these topics:

  • Things I Like
  • Things I’ve Learned
  • Things I Wish
  • Things You’re Good At

Choose one? Just one? Okay.

I’ll play.



I wish monsters were real

and that Haunted Houses were bedeviled  by ghost people and ghost cats and ghost dogs and man eating plants.

I wish I could sail Ghost Ships and catch Ghost Trains to work.


I wish I was there one minute before the Big Bang and one minute after the Universe ends

and I wish Martians would finally get around to invading the Earth

before the Mercurians get their act together.


I wish all my dreams could be nightmares

and all of my nightmares were dreams

and I wish I could draw them and sing about them

and that I could pass them around like the common cold

or the Plague, or maybe even Rabies.


I wish I could have made mummies

and placed them in tombs that were as tall as a mountain

or so far into the Earth where there is almost no air

and that I could have sat with them

in the dark

for centuries.

Flesh and blood among bones and decay.

I wish I could try it, even for a day.


If I only had one wish and from this list I had to choose

I wouldn’t bother

I’d hold out for it all

That’s the wish I’d choose.