The Doctor’s House


Down the street from where I live

with my two black cats and a dog named Sin

is an empty house where a Doctor lived.


I think the monsters got him.

I think they took him away.

Screaming and bleeding and dreaming.

After dark on that Friday.


I think sometimes he gets loose

I think sometimes he come back

Because sometimes late at night I hear him howl,

” Where are you hiding? Step right up. Don’t be afraid. The Doctor is in.”







The Ruined


” I trusted you! ” his eyes were bright, his breath was sharp he pushed his face close to hers.

” I did everything you asked of me, gave everything I promised to give, I broke the rules, changed the rules, I ended lives, I set the hills and sky on fire for you. “

She looked down and he was sure she was smiling.

That’s the way she was, that’s the way she had been since the day she drew her first breath and it sailed down her throat to her empty chest and the place where her heart should have been.

” We had a deal. You made me a promise. You said you’d give me your love and you Soul. I thought you were perfect. ” he closed his eyes and welcomed the darkness he saw there.

That darkness, that abyss was reminded him of her.

His heart burned, it ached, it was no more.

His eyes flew open and burned into hers.

” You are oblivion. You are a cheat. You are a lie. “

She raised her hands to his face, reached up and rested them on his horns.

” And you, my poor sad creature  are a trusting Devil.”



Photo A.M. Moscoso

I used to think that footprints were


a mark we left behind to


 ” we were here “

I used to think that

time blew those marks away


after it said

” Yes you were.”

But footprints are forever

they are everywhere we step





Footprints are forever

trapped in dust and stone

long after we are



Daily Prompt: Static




Forgotten Keys

Photo A.M. Moscoso

An empty room,  a blind window, quiet floors

Photo A.M. Moscoso

A glass of champagne sipped alone

 In a Universe of stars

Photo A..M Moscoso

Unturned locks, forgotten keys, tightly shut doors.

How lonely we all are.


Daily Prompt: Forlorn

Have You Ever Been Bewitched?

Have you been bewitched

by a song that you heard once

long ago

on a radio

during a storm

when the sky turned black and the lighting cracked and opened the sky

a silver wound quickly healed?


Have you ever been bewitched

by a painting

of  The Devil or maybe  Sin

hanging in a gallery above your head at the end of the room

their eyes finding yours

and then you smiled at each other like long lost friends?


Have you ever been bewitched by a story

you read late at night

when you were all alone and feeling lost and cold

a stranger in your own skin reading your life

penned by someone else’s hand?


Have you ever been bewitched?

If you’re lucky

you have been.

Franz Von Stuck

Daily Prompt Winsome

You Can Stop It Anita Marie- right now!

Self Portrait A.M. Moscoso

“Her eyes are so dark ”

my Grandmother used to say.

” I wonder what goes on behind them when her back is turned, when she thinks lost in thought and I’m looking the other way ”

“Her thoughts are so dark ”

my Father used to say.

‘ I wonder where they come from, where they go when she thinks I’m lost

in thought and I’m looking the other way.”

Self Portrait A.M. Moscoso

My eyes are dark

and so  are my thoughts

as you know

Grandma and Dad

they followed down into your graves

like so many others

when no one was looking, no one was thinking

and they were looking the other way.


Daily Prompt: Cringe