give my regards to eternity


Photo A.M. Moscoso

Point and click

the world and all of it’s secrets are yours

Point and click

How does it taste, how should I look, how does it feel?

Point and click


Oh God where is my phone?

Point and click

Point and click

Point and click

Tell me now, I must hurry, I must run, out of my way!

I can’t be late

to my waiting grave.

Daily Post: Dash

Along For The Ride

Today I thought- when it comes to life I feel like I just went along for the ride. It’s not the best way to reflect on your years but there it is.


Photo A.M. Moscoso

My Mom’s friend planted these trees over 40 years ago.

They were scrubby looking things when she first put them in and we used to like to jump over them. We made it most of the time. At least we didn’t kill any of the trees but I think we damaged a few.

I remember Sandy used to yell from her living room window, ” Hey cut that out. I don’t want a yard full of dead trees!”

Those trees outlived the daughter of my Mom’s friend, they outlived our pets and family members.

Her house is gone, we’re all but gone but the trees are still there.

Those scrubby little trees.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Daily Word Prompt: Passenger


Drawn To It

Photo A.M. Moscoso

When I go out and take pictures of art, the kind of art that people leave on the sides of walls and in bus stop shelters and sometimes on the sidewalk I don’t know what I’m hoping to see.

I guess I’m looking for a story.

I guess I’m looking for answers, for inspiration, maybe even a little mystery.

In the message left behind by the artists I guess I’m looking for my own way to be heard.

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

Daily Post Prompt: Magnet

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