Call Me Matilda

There are a couple of reason for why I chose this song today.

For the most part I have been singing Waltzing Matilda since  I first heard it- and I have no idea when that  was. I was a little girl and I think my Grandpa Bert may have taught it to me, so I was around 5 years old.

I caught on to the fact this song was about a traveler all along in the world surviving by his wits and that he sang a lot ( come on now, I was five ). The thing here is, when I was five I was positive I was going to grow up and wander the world ( with a dog  ) and one day I would leave this world- me and my dog- when we got old but would a little thing like death stop us?


It would most certainly NOT.

We’d be ghosts, me and my dog and our adventures would never end.

Me at five and I was ready to see the world!


Oh there once was a swagman camped in a billabong
Under the shade of a coolibah tree
And he sang as he looked at his old billy boiling
Who’ll come a waltzing Matilda with me

Who’ll come a waltzing Matilda my darling
Who’ll come a waltzing Matilda with me
Waltzing Matilda and leading a water bag
Who’ll come a waltzing Matilda with me

Down came a jumbuck to drink at the water hole
Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him with glee
And he sang as he stowed him away in his tucker bag
You’ll come a waltzing Matilda with me

Down came the squatter a riding on his thoroughbred
Down came the troopers one two three
Whose is that jumbuck you’ve got in the tucker bag
You’ll come a waltzing Matilda with me

But the swagman he up and he jumped into the water hole
Drowning himself by the coolibah tree
And his ghost may be heard as it sings in the billabong
Who’ll come a waltzing Matilda with me

I chose this version of Matilda for two reasons.

First of all Puddles has the most  magnificent voice in the world- you can catch him live or recorded and delicious voice is there waiting to treat your soul to a feast of notes just ready to feed your hungry soul and all of the muses.

Second- if you went by looks you’d probably think you were going to get pranked and  maybe you wouldn’t give Puddles a chance because of the way he looks.

There’s a life lesson in that.

I’ll let you work that part out while you click play and waltz with me and Puddles.

Challenge Accepted!

Song A Day 

Thoughts Of An E’ville Woman

Where The Magic Happens

My Friend Lori created a space dedicated to working on her art.

What I found inspiring was that she didn’t need an entire room or an office or even a moat filled with sharks. She just put together what she needed and there you had it- a creative enviorment.

I decided to do the same because with more space I just goof off.

This is what I did:

I asked myself- what do I really need in my space when I write.

It was simple-

A laptop, something to set it on, a  comfy chair a cat ( in this case it’s Carl Kolchak ) a file cabinet and a few shelves which are part of the table I use for my desk and something to listen to music on:

So here it is:


For such a small dedicated space I actually have everything I need to feed the Muse here.

Let me show you:

My Laptop has Anubis on it- he reminds me to  respect the process and I do. I’m not embalming people anymore but for me writing is a gift,  and it deserves to be treated like the important art form that it is. After all it’s how we share the human experience.


You need something comfortable to wear- meet my current lucky writer’s sweater- it has bones on it- My Enduring Bones see what I did here? Ha, right. I know:


Music- I must have music when  write- otherwise my brain flat lines.

Mozart, Robert Johnson, Django Reinhardt, Electric Light Orchestra- they are all there when I write.

My BFF Hamish Macbeth is always around- he hates it when I talk on my phone. He will try to lick it, knock it out of my hand or breath so loud that the person on the other hand of it will have to ask me to tell the heavy breather to leave the room because they can’t hear what I’m saying- ‘and who is that anyway’ they’ll ask.

” My dog ”

” Sure he is Anita- sure it is.”

Hamish keeps me on task.


And as a rule- I keep the books I’m reading or that are on my list ( which I’m proud to say I do complete- reading before Tv. ) close by my lap top.

These are my books for February- top book is what I’m reading now- the rest will get their turn and believe it or not, by the end of February I’ll have read them all. I love reading as much as I love writing and music.


Sometimes though, I do need to do something just because its fun, so I color.

It’s supposed to relieve stress  but I do it because I can’t draw at all and this brings me as close as I will ever get to being able to do that.

Did I mention it’s fun too?


And there you have it- my little corner of heaven where everything I need to be who I am is right at hand.

Thank you for the fabulous idea Lori!

Inspired By ” Tour of my Creative Corner


Vilhelm Hammershøi

Vilhelm Hammershøi


The hardest questions I’ve ever been asked:


Why do you think you’re still here and better people then you are not?

It took him twenty years to break my heart, will it be another 20 before it stops hurting?

Why do burnt marshmallows taste so good?


There is something comforting in knowing there isn’t an answer for everything. It makes me feel better about being so imperfect.


What do cats dream about?

Why are you so weird?

Why do you believe in ghosts?


Sometimes  I think people ask impossible to answer questions because they don’t have the nerve to say, ‘ You’re a jerk and I can’t say it so I’ll make you say it for me.”


Do you think my daughter thought about her son before she hung herself in her backyard?


I remember this one time when I was about eleven years old  someone asked me to explain why Mars was red and I knew the answer and after I gave it, this person sort of sneered and said  ‘ You have an answer for everything, don’t you?”


‘ You have an answer for everything’.

Sometimes I wish that were true.


Discover Challenge: Tough Questions

When Snakes Dream


The snake did nest in her mouth

it’s poison at away at her skin

nothing covers her aged bones but lies and smoke and sin


The snake did nest in her mouth

it’s forked tongue pierced her brain

no thoughts live in her skull just stories of what had been


The snake did nest in her mouth

it slithered its way to her heart

she wants to love she wants to live but the snake has its own dreams now.


Discover Challenge: One, Two, Three


(Music) Is A Moral Law


I like to listen to music when I’m writing- but we’ll get to that in a moment.

I was a musician and played the guitar for many years, so rock and roll was a very big part of my life. No matter where I am  or what I’m doing there’s music around me somewhere.

Here’s area few songs I enjoy listening to because they sort of reach into my brain and heart and flip the switches on:


Sometimes I like to listen to a song for the fun of it, it just zips along and I go with it and sing really loud- of course I can’t sing but who cares?

Classical Music speaks to me, I get it it”s like poetry all of those parts add up to an image or a feeling.

But that doesn’t mean you can’t have fun with it and it doesn’t have to make sense.

Some songs just make me say, ” Hell Yeah!”

” Victoria” by Ray Davies is for no one reason, ” my song. ”

I’m going to let you in on a secret about what what I listen to when I’m writing- the soundtrack to every word I have ever written.

What I am listening to right now.

In fact, if you read something of mine you can be sure I was listening to this band when I was writing:

One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.

Bob Marley

Music is a moral law. It gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and charm and gaiety to life and to everything.


I look at you and I write down what I hear.

Virgil Thomson




Discover  Challenge: Song

It’s All In The Eyes

Discover Challenge


This week, look to the bond between human and animal for inspiration.


The reflection of our bond with our animals is reflected in so many ways- but you can see it most clearly  in their eyes.



Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

This is my Hamish Macbeth’s first day at his new home in the fall of 2014- he had a fiery look in his then yellow eyes and I really liked that. He has always been that confident.

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Two years later and when I look into Hamish’s eyes I can’t see anything except for love and happiness- knowing that this wonderful creature is looking right at me and seeing expression shining out from his soul  puts where I stand in the Universe into perspective- and it’s truly humbling.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Hamish has always had a touch of the rogue in him- and this picture captures it perfectly. We were in a moment of puppy rebellion and it shows- it also shows he wasn’t afraid to be who he was in that moment.

Sham during the Year of The Turkey Incident

Photo A.M. Moscoso (1976)

Sham, my beautiful Malamute.

I was almost 12 years old when I bought him with almost 75.00 in change- literally it was all coins.

I was a kid when I trained him, played with him talked with him. He was my best friend and in his eyes you can see the infinite patience he had for his human girl who was just a puppy herself.

And he never, once used that size or smarts to try to get his way- he was an old soul.

The night he died there was a terrible storm and we lost power for almost two days.

I think that was Sham leaving this world.

Photo: AM. Moscoso

Photo: AM. Moscoso

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart- from the day I brought him home I knew he wasn’t just a cat- he was a part of my soul too- he brought me fresh kill when I was sick, stayed by my side when I was sad always answered when I called and he never truly belonged to anyone- we belonged to each other.

This picture was taken two months before he died from Kidney failure at age 17.

Later when I looked back at the pictures I took of him during this time I never realized how determined he looked- he actually lived longer then the Vet expected him too and I think he tried, with everything he had to stay with me.

It’s all right there.

In his eyes.


Photo A.M. Moscoso




Worn Words

Outer Layers

What story do the things you wear tell about you?

Pankiewicz: Swans in the Saxon Garden

Pankiewicz: Swans in the Saxon Garden

Every cut

every scar

every word

I have heard, written, spoken

has been

etched in my skin

carved on my face

inked on my bones


Every story

I have ever been

brought to life

with my pen

has a home

in my bones

on my face

flows through my veins

like warm blood, a soft breath, a laugh

a scream from the bottom of my soul

from the darkness of my heart

where the light has never been

Edouard Manet

Edouard Manet

I wear it all

for you to see

for me to feel

I am story

told on cold dark nights

when  the fog creeps in

and you are all alone

with me.


Before The Fall

Discover Challenge

Here and Now

Choose a moment and capture it in the medium of your choice.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso


This morning- there was a little bite to the air, it was dark and October will be here soon.

I wish it were now.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

This morning I saw the slow murder of Pioneer Square- she is slowly being crushed to death  by glass and cranes and steel.

I wish that were not happening now.

Or ever.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

I wonder where this stone came from, is it art?

I wonder about that now.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

I wonder what will happen to the rest of Pioneer Square- now.

Photo A.M Moscoso

Photo A.M Moscoso

TAKEN 9-21-16







Gold Dusted Sundaes and Death


The Poetry of List-Making

For this week’s Discover Challenge, explore the poetic power of list-making.

Umberto Boccioni

Umberto Boccioni


Line by line

I want a plan

Surprise me not

Tie me down



Five of my favorite Flavors:


Captain Crunch

Cotton Candy

all in one bowl

top it off with Sweet Cherries

Heaven on a spoon.

Fog On The Thames by Monet

Fog On The Thames by Monet

My Life Goals:

I Want to be a ghost

I want to haunt a house

I want to be a nightmare

I want to be the dark.

Clyfford  Still

Clyfford Still

My Summer

Whirring fans

Root Beer floats

Buttered popcorn at the movies

Dried grass, dusty roads, dead flowers at the cemetery.

Moon Sets Sun rises

I’ve tasted, touched seen and heard it all

this Summer.

Stephane  Carricondo

Stephane Carricondo

My Bucket List ( or do this before I die because it would read great in my obituary)

I want to invade Mars

I want to eat an Ice Cream Sudae dusted in gold

I want to write my name in pink

on the side of a wall



and call it art.



It’s all fun and games until the Sun Goes Super Nova and we all die



I love a serious or metaphorical theme as much as the next photographer… but this week, let’s just have some fun.

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

When I go to my favorite place for lunch, I like to sit across from this Ice Cream freezer.

I like the picture, it reminds me of being a little kid and begging my Mom for extra money so I could buy one of the ‘fancy’ treats from the Ice Cream Man.

I haven’t actually bought anything from this case, I just like to look at it.

It makes me smile.

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

When I turned 50 one of my friends said to me, ” When you turn 50 the world ignores you and you shouldn’t wear pink because that’s a ‘ young woman’s’ color and now is your time to celebrate becoming a ‘crone’ ( which I learned is what you become when you hit menopause.) and that from this point forward only “Crones” will find you interesting and of any value to society in general.

Every time I see this picture I think of how royally screwed up my ‘friend’ was and I’m glad to say that almost 2 years after being told that by her I have learned what she said is utter bull pucky.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

This is painted on the bus shelter wall at my bus stop.

Sometimes I just stand there for countless minutes and look at it and think, ” Why are you here?”

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

This is a picture of the Sun.

You know what they say, ” It’ all fun and games until the Sun Goes Super Nova and we all die”