The Fall

RDP Curl

Photo A.M. Moscoso
Oakwood Cemetery.
Beaver Dam WI USA
October2023

I have been trying so hard to find inspiration in the Christmas season for my stories- but I’m not finding it.

It doesn’t feel like  a case of writer’s block but right now all I want to do is to curl up and sleep until September.

How sad is this?

Let me toss an answer out there.

It’s pretty darn sad.

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Broken

These are some of the aged tombstones I found when I was exploring cemeteries in Wisconsin last month.

They may be broken, but they are still beautiful and they still have a story to tell.

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Photo A.M. Moscoso
Riverside Memorial Park
Fox Lake WI
October 2023

Photo A.M. Moscoso
Riverside Memorial Park
Fox Lake WI
October 2023

Photo A.M. Moscoso Riverside Memorial Park Fox Lake WI October 2023

The Gingerbread Question

RDP Tuesday Prompt: Day Light Savings Time

The question we ask, as we set our clocks back and then forward again- how should we use  all of that saved time and how hard should we chase after the time we lose when we Spring forward?

Photo A.M. Moscoso
Oakwood Cemetery.
Beaver Dam WI USA
October2023

But then I wonder, if I could ask any of these people sleeping at the Oakwood Cemetery what they think of me wasting an hour and calling it meaningless, what their response would be.

Phioto A.M. Moscoso
Oakwood Cemetery
Beaver Dam WI
October 2023

For some reason the one word that comes to mind as I contemplate this question and look at this picture is- run.

Run and catch every single minute before they get away.

The Window

For Experience Writing: If These Bones Could Talk

The Odiham pest house, which dates from the early 1620’s is unusual in that it was built in the south west corner of the churchyard of All Saints Odiham- Photogrpaher Unknown

It’s not the poor Souls who were left in the Plague Houses to die without the comfort of their family- their beloved dogs or cats or even something as simple as having the comfort of facing the dark unknown from their own beds that haunt me.

The idea that haunts me is that there is a Plague House ( or pest house ) that was built in the corner of a churchyard near a cemetery.

Instead of the dying drawing solace from knowing that just outside their windows, on the other side of their bedroom wall was their world and it was close enough to touch- and that maybe, just maybe they might be able to go back it.

In that world they had gardens, maybe their best friend lived next door, maybe their first love lived a few houses down, instead of those comforting thoughts, all the residents of the Cemetery Pest House knew for certain was that on the other side of that wall was a cemetery and that in time, that was where they were going to be moved.

The only thing on the other side of their walls now were boxes of bones covered in dirt and dead flowers.

I’m not sure whose idea it was to build the Pest House near a cemetery, but I  wonder why- of all things- did it have a window over looking  a graveyard.

The Odiham pest house, which dates from the early 1620’s is unusual in that it was built in the south west corner of the churchyard of All Saints Odiham