Stories , Poems, and More By A.M. Moscoso
I used to think that I had to go in search
of the curious, the strange, the thing that takes your breath away before you can scream.
Silly me.
Of course I don’t have to go in search of that.
It’s always there.
amm
Photos from the Puyallup Fair
Puyallup Washington, USA
September 2017
So many eyes
so many teeth.
Halloween is coming.
This a picture of a scary looking witch in pink.
P-I-N-K.
Today I know, for a fact that all is right with the Universe
and best of all
Halloween is only 68 days away.
amm
Photo Taken: August 20, 2017
These pictures were side by side on my phone.
I didn’t take them in this order, I think they ended up getting shuffled when I was organizing my new shots.
In any case, there’s a little story here.
I wonder what it is?
My friend Angie is out from work for a bit.
I’m dedicating this post to her because this is what she will see from the floor when she works on when she gets back to work.
I love this mural because there is something to see everytime you look at it- I wasn’t sure which part of the story to focus on. So like any Forensic Science Geek I have learned to take it all.
To be sure, I’m not positive I got it all though.
amm
Pioneer Square
Seattle, Washington
USA
August 18th, 2017
Today I thought- when it comes to life I feel like I just went along for the ride. It’s not the best way to reflect on your years but there it is.
My Mom’s friend planted these trees over 40 years ago.
They were scrubby looking things when she first put them in and we used to like to jump over them. We made it most of the time. At least we didn’t kill any of the trees but I think we damaged a few.
I remember Sandy used to yell from her living room window, ” Hey cut that out. I don’t want a yard full of dead trees!”
Those trees outlived the daughter of my Mom’s friend, they outlived our pets and family members.
Her house is gone, we’re all but gone but the trees are still there.
Those scrubby little trees.
Daily Word Prompt: Passenger
When I go out and take pictures of art, the kind of art that people leave on the sides of walls and in bus stop shelters and sometimes on the sidewalk I don’t know what I’m hoping to see.
I guess I’m looking for a story.
I guess I’m looking for answers, for inspiration, maybe even a little mystery.
In the message left behind by the artists I guess I’m looking for my own way to be heard.
Daily Post Prompt: Magnet
