My friend Angie Stutting Marcelynas
wrote this Haiku about my wonderful dog, Hamish Macbeth-
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Photo A.M. Moscoso
We prize beauty.
We have fought wars for it, killed for it, allow doctors to slice and carve our flesh and fill it with silicone, metal, and even magnets to shape it, to bend it and force to make our bodies beautiful.
From The Article: 12 Most Bizarre Body Implants
Yes his tattoo has breast implants.
I have seen a lot of death and various stages of decay in my life time and this is what I’ve learned about the life expectancy of beauty.
You can change it, redefine it, shame people for having it or not having it.
But if you look at it, if you really open your eyes to it beauty is there is always there in all things and it takes many forms.
I try to appreciate it and enjoy seeing it no matter what shape it takes.
I think it makes me a kinder person- to both myself and others.
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Daily Post Prompt: Exposed
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Yesterday an impressive storm rolled into town.
I watched it move up from Seattle-, there was thunder and lighting and the clouds were dark and light and they swirled together in odd patterns as it moved into our area.
I’ve seen storms like that in the Midwest- not so much in the Pacific Northwest.
Here’s an interesting factoid:
I’ve almost been hit by lighting about four times.
Yesterday on the bus ride home it hit somewhere close to us and the right side of the bus filled up with a flash of silver light.
I don’t know why I felt guilty, but I wasn’t surprised it was that close. It usually is.
I’m starting to think of lighting as the Hell Hound On My Trail.
Like Robert Johnson sang, I gotta keep moving I guess.
I got to keep movin’, I got to keep movin’
Blues fallin’ down like hail, blues fallin’ down like hail
Hmmm-mmm, blues fallin’ down like hail, blues fallin’ down like hail
And the days keeps on worryin’ me
There’s a hellhound on my trail, hellhound on my trail
Hellhound on my trail
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Daily Post Prompt: Panicked
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I looked deep into his eye…was that a monster looking back at me?
I wondered.
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When you think you see a monster and it turns out
the monster was never there-
unless you count the one that was in your head at the time.
Self Portrait
A.M. Moscoso
Sometimes, you scare me Anita Marie
I have heard from time to to time
mostly at night
just after the Sun has died
for the day.
And I have said
always at night
when the Sun is dead and gone:
” I scare myself all of the time,
always at night, when the morning is far and the Devils have come out to play.”
Self Portrait
A.M. Moscoso
