Patience Has Teeth

Turn on every light

burn every candle

that you have

in your room

to keep the darkness


Close the closet door,

jump up on your bed

and whisper those prayers

you learned in Sunday school

when you were a child.

Maybe they’ll work

They’re so old and comforting.

Like a warm blanket and a warm sweet drink wrapped around your shoulders

sliding down your throat

when it is dark and  the air is thick with ice and fog and despair.

Don’t look down to the floor

towards the window

Oh God

did you lock it?

Did you lock the window you scream to yourself

in your head where you thought the monsters lived.

Why didn’t you draw the curtains closed

how could you forget such a simple thing?

What will keep you safe now?

Could you scream for help? Cry to the Devil

to anyone, to someone to save you now.

Please save you now?

Go ahead.




I’m listening on the other side

of your window

where darkness is forever

and I’m not going anywhere.

Daily Prompt: Creature

An experimental interpretation

I love the macabre, the odd and all things that go bump in the night.

The thing of it is, I’m not intrigued by over the top horror or gore and I certainly do not romanticize death ( I worked in a funeral home, so that knocked the rough edges off of me there) . The things that I find weird are those little bits of reality that I think are only pretending to be normal.

So these pictures are brainfood for me-  I won’t see  just a window, or just a display in a museum or the ghost of a mural on an alley wall.

I’ll see a little extra- that shadow that breaks away from the wall, that thing that touches the back of your neck when you think you’re all alone at home and none of the lights are on, that door that closes on its own.

All of those little things come from somewhere- don’t they?

Maybe they come from here…

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A,M. Moscoso

Daily Prompt: Study


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




In The House Of Anubis

Vintage Embalming Tools

On my first day as a Mortician’s Apprentice I had the honor- and I consider it that- to do the prep work for an embalming.

That was also the first day I set a blade against human flesh and made an incision.

You might be wondering, what was she thinking? What does anyone think when they’re in that position?

I was concentrating on not ‘hurting’ the person I was going to embalm ( yes, seriously ) and my second thought was, ‘ I am SO against the death penalty from now on.’

I had one feeling and one simple thought at that precise moment. I remember them distinctly almost 18 years later.

Ancient Egyptian Embalming Tools

Do you know how some kids are into dinosaurs? Cartoon characters? They immerse themselves into those worlds.

For me at age 10, it was all things dealing with Ancient Egypt and specifically with Mummies and the God of Embalming Anubis. I wanted to make those mummies.

I wanted to wear the mask and do the Opening of The Mouth Ceremony. I wanted to wrap the bodies with strips of linen in  intricate patterns. I wanted to be involved with each step and the ritual.

Even if the reality was it smelled bad and knowing what I know now about what heat does to a body- I can see why the embalmers wore masks and burned a lot of incense-but even as a child had I been told that, it wouldn’t have mattered.

That’s how devoted I was to my goal of making mummies one day.

Opening Of The Mouth Ceremony

In the end though, I didn’t get to create a mummy but I was ok with that. I had a goal and I made it- sort of.

My first thoughts though upon reaching that goal- that moment when I carved that small incision onto a human body and entered the House of Anubis- wasn’t about Ancient Egypt and Mummies.

However, and here is the big HOWEVER- had I not wanted to create mummies I never would have had one of the most amazing adventures in my life. It’s just that I still wish for the part of me that arrived  this place had acknowledged the person in me whose idea this was all along.

Photo A.M. Moscoso
Seattle, Washington USA

Daily Prompt: Carve

The Dancing Statue

Last Summer I was at Pike Place Market in Seattle when I walked by a lovely statue of a lady in old fashioned clothes. She was posed outside of a bookstore.

My son, who was walking right behind me sort of yelled out ” Wow- hey- what? Man!”

I turned around to find the statue was dancing. She was graceful dancer and her gestures were smooth, fluid  and very lady like.

Of course I knew by then that the statue was an actor, but she looked like stone and never once did she look at us directly- it felt like she did.

Just like a real statue.

Photo A.M. Moscoso


Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Daily Prompt: Undulate