The Sly Dog Inn

 

At the Sly Dog Inn

you can tell tall tales

you can sing off key

you can murder and cheat

 

Nobody goes

to the

Sly Dog Inn

thinking they’ll be heading home

ever again.

 

The Sly Dog Inn

is at the end of the world

Where its’ always midnight

and it’s always cold.

 

When you reach

the Sly Dog Inn

Tell the Devil I sent you

and he will call you Friend.

 

The Sly Dog Inn

is on a stretch of long dark road

and anyone one who goes there

is never seen again.

 

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Inktober 2018: Stretch

Someone Is Wicked

By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
Open, locks,
Whoever knocks.

Photo N. Casey&A.M. Moscoso

Self Portrait
A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Inktober: Prickly

Something Sharp Was Probably Involved

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Inktober:Chop

Impure

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Below the surface

under the water

covered in mud and rotted leaves

are where secrets like to hide

 

Would you reach down

and fish them up?

One by one

even the ones that have teeth?

 

Below the surface

under the water  covered with leaves

and mud

waiting.

 

Inktober: Muddy