Blocked

I hate it- HATE to admit I may ( from time to time ) suffer from Writer’s Block.

I’d rather tell you how much I weigh, or what it was like to have flowers delivered to my house for Valentine’s Day and when I read the card found out that they were delivered to the wrong house…of course that was after I took pictures of them and posted them on line.

So yeah, admitting that I upon occasion can’t whip up a story or poem is an ego cruncher for me.

This year I had a built in excuse for not being ‘creative’ how could I top the horror show that is life in the USA right now?

A Plague, a Sociopath as President, I moved to a town where you can’t get Gelato and the cultural center is a Walmart.

My Muse sits in a tree watching Murder Hornets build a hive and won’t share the details with me.

But then I remember this quote:

Maybe I need to fess up and say, sure I suffer from Writer’s Block like everybody else and when I do all I have to do is go out there and look for those Murder Hornets, do more then give the Hairy Eyeball to that jerk who sits across from me on the train and takes his mask off while he reads his bible, then prays- coughing and snorting the entire time because as he’s explained to me ” It’s a sin to hide from God . “

Murder Hornets.

Where are you when I need you?

I guess I’ll need to write about it.

Buh Bye Writer’s Block.

For now.

Prompt: One-Liner Wednesday, July 8th – That feeling when…

Good Boy Hamish!

It’s the 4th of July and my dog Hamish Macbeth is chillaxin with his Escargot toy from Bark Box.

I think he has the right idea, today is a chillaxin kind of day-

Not eating the snail one- Mommy is ordering pizza instead.

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Hamish Macbeth-Photo By A.M. Moscoso
Hamish Macbeth Photo A.M. Moscoso

A Gathering of Vultures

FOWC with Fandango — Torture

It all started when I heard that little pop and then a hiss and then the train came to a stop and I slid forward a little in my seat.

I wasn’t sure of a few things at that point but I was sure of one:

I was pretty sure we had hit something- and within minutes I knew it was true because the Human Vultures swooped around the tracks from the houses and apartments on both sides of the track and the ones that had been riding in the passenger car with me winged their way to the windows.

They were like kids those kids from a long time ago who used to press their faces against the windows at the department stores at Christmas time.

They were giddy, they bounced from seat to seat and like the gathering of Vultures outside they started to take pictures- their faces were bright, they were smiling and giggling and laughing.

Two of them were racing up and down the aisles and from car to car to get a better view.

The person our train had struck had been alive minutes before MINUTES and I couldn’t help but to hope there was nothing to the afterlife question because how horrible it is to die such a brutal death and how torturous it must be to hear laughter as you exited this world.

One of the passengers in front of me is a Train Groupie- she knows who the conductors are, she knows who the station managers are, she knows the security guys and she calls them all by name- she sat back and opined about the recent fatalities and what color the coroner’s van is.

Train Groupie sat back and made herself the go to person as the Human Vultures raced around from window to window looking for the remains of a person who had just minutes before been alive.

They gleefully reported to her what body parts they could see and wondered if the rest of the victim was under our car.

Then one of them cried out in ecstasy and pointed out my window just over my shoulder.

” Hey. Turn around. Look AT THAT.”

I was of course wearing my face mask and as some weird twist of reality the five vultures weren’t wearing masks but the rest of the commuters in our car were.

First of all- I am very familiar with what a train can do to a body, second of all I worked in a funeral home and no matter the circumstances the dead deserve dignity. So I wanted to make my point as clear as possible with as few words as possible.

I did not turn around, I did not say a word.

I pulled my mask down to my chin and I looked up into the Human Vulture’s face and I lifted my lip- just a little and I snarled.

June 2020 Kent Washington USA

The Gathering of vultures- forced back to the curb when the police showed up.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

The people in this picture were walking through the weeds and brush looking for body parts, and when they found some they started to take pictures.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

The person in white had to cross the tracks behind our car in and ended up on both sides of the train- the other person pointed out the remains and a small crowd of people would race to what he saw with their phones.

The guy in the back perfectly captures the essence of the Human Vultures- see below:

Photo A.M. Moscoso

He stood on a stump eating his food from a styrafoam container and gleefully pointing to places along the tracks while hopping from foot to foot on his perch.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Just when I think people can’t sink any lower, someone grabs a backhoe, fires that baby up and proves me wrong.

Sunday With Ramona

Photo by Brett Sayles on Pexels.com

Boy likes girl

girl likes boy

what can go wrong?

From the feeling this song puts out- just about everything because it’s all about falling in love with someone that you know isn’t good for you.

That aside, a several of my friends named their daughters ” Ramona ” after this song which is interesting because my Mom said people in her day were naming their daughters after Debbie Reynolds and Elizabeth Taylor.

To me, that’s an odd choice because Ramona, Elizabeth and Debbie all had issues and personally I wouldn’t have named my daughter after any of them.

At any rate Johnny gets a shout out here in the lyrics and it’s in keeping with Jim Adam’s Song Lyric Sunday prompt where we were inspired to explore songs with the names ” John and Jack ” in the works.

I hope you like my choice.

Anita Marie

Hey Johnny, hey Dee Dee
Little Tom and Joey
You know we’re comin’ over
Sweet sweet little Ramona
You’re getting better and better
It’s getting easier than ever
Hey you kids in the crowd
You know you like it
When the music’s loud

Sweet sweet little Ramona
she always wants to come over
Sweet sweet little Ramona
I think I’ll try and phone her

I let her in if you’re wondering why
Cause she’s a spy for the BBI
I let her in and I started to cry
And then I knew I wanted to die
Oooh, little Ramona

Photo by ROMBO on Pexels.com

Four Walls Wilderness, USA

RDP SATURDAY: WILDERNESS

Photo A.M. Moscoso
Photo A.M. Moscoso
Photo A.M. Moscoso

I remember it, like it was only just a few months ago

that I could hop in my car

catch a plane

buy a ticket on a train and a ride across the country

without a second thought.

I just packed up and went into the wilderness without a care in the world.

Photo A.M. Moscoso
Photo A.M. Moscoso

Has it been forever

since I’ve been lost in the wilderness

between these four walls

where it’s always midnight

and the Red Plague

has held sway over us all?

One-Liner Wednesday-The Fall

I can see the writing on the wall- all of those holidays that I love, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas are all going to be a big awful bust this year ( I don’t even want to think about 2021 ).

But nothing can ruin the excitement I feel about the onset of Autumn and then Winter.

I won’t let it.

So below is my choice for today’s one liner:


Listen! The wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves. We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves!

Humbert Wolfe

I thought I would include some music and links about Autumn for you to enjoy and hopefully you might feel the Spirit ( just a touch ) too.

Autumn 2020

Begins Tuesday, September 22

Ends Monday, December 21

Diwali: Animals are draped with marigold necklaces and blessed with vermillion. Dogs are particularly important because of their association with the Hindu god of death.

Further reading:

7 Fall Traditions from Around the World

Supermoon, Blood Moon, Blue Moon and Harvest Moon

One-Liner Wednesday, June 10th, 2020

Time For A Reality Check

When this song came out in 2016 people thought it was over the top.

A week after it was released Twitler took the White House.

Four Years later, it doesn’t appear over the topnot in the slightest.

What do you want your world to look like?
What do you want it to be?
Do you know that a wall has two sides?
And nobody is free?


Did your mama come from Mexico
Papa come from Palestine
Sneaking all through Syria
Crossing all the border lines

Let other people in
Listen to your women
Stop killing black children
Make America Great Again

Could you imagine a politician
Calling a woman a dog?
Do you wanna stay in the kitchen?
Is that where you belong?
How do you picture the perfect leader
Who do you want him to be
Has he promoted the use of torture and killing families

Let other people in
Listen to your women
Stop killing black children
Make America Great Again