Photo A.M. Moscoso
Did I write
did I create
did I dream
or did I stare into my phone and hide
from
a world waiting to be seen
and haunted
by me?
Today I was a ghost.
And the world was mine
Photo A.M. Mosocoso
Ghost Writer
Journal
We.Are.So.Screwed.
Should there be limits on what we write, what we draw, what we sing about?
Aren’t we all part of the same story?
Today
I’m thinking- take no prisoners.
The Muses have teeth
and so do I.
amm
It’s A Thought
Photo A.M. Moscoso
I keep looking up
because I have spent far to much time
looking down.
It’s Not Looking So Great
I want to try something new.
I’m thinking archaeology.
I’d be ever so grateful if the powers that be don’t start WWIII before I get the chance.
Thank you,
amm