I AmThe Passenger

I guess if I had to choose a song to describe what it’s like venturing out into a world where ‘essential’ workers ride almost empty trains and buses and wait for the crosswalk lights to change from Walk to Don’t Walk ( even though it really doesn’t matter now because the traffic is so light ) I’d choose this one by Iggy Pop.

What am I saying?

I have chosen it.

It’s called ” Passenger “

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Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

The Passenger
Iggy Pop

I am a passenger
And I ride and I ride
I ride through the city’s backside
I see the stars come out of the sky
Yeah, they’re bright in a hollow sky
You know it looks so good tonight
I am the passenger
I stay under glass
I look through my window so bright
I see the stars come out tonight
I see the bright and hollow sky
Over the city’s ripped-back sky
And everything looks good tonight
Singin’ la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la
Get into the car
We’ll be the passenger
We’ll ride through the city tonight
See the city’s ripped backsides
We’ll see the bright and hollow sky
We’ll see the stars that shine so bright
The sky was made for us tonight
Oh, the passenger
How, how he rides
Oh, the passenger
He rides and he rides
He looks…

 

By The Lily Pond

Light Motifs II Thursday Inspiration 49-SHARP

Photo A.M. Moscoso

The  two women in brightly colored hiking gear  were walking on a trail through a sunny park named after a Priest.

The Sun was shining in a cloudless sky and it was warm- warm enough for the two of them to break a little sweat but not so warm that they had to break out their water bottles.

They strolled by  a pond full of lily pads and frogs, further down the trail there was another pond where a family of ducks swam in leisurely circles and dog walkers passed by them and smiled wide beautiful smiles.

The dogs.

Not the people.

” I can show you were the monsters live ” she told her friend who’s name is Tabitha.

Tabitha stopped and decided to play along with her friend’s joke. ” No way. No way do monsters live here. It’s to- it just to beautiful for them.”

” Well. There is a lot of room for-” her voice trailed off and she put her hand to her throat.

Tabitha thought that the flush she saw raising up from her friend’s neck to her cheeks was from the heat. She supposed it had gotten to her a little. ” For what? ” she laughed.

Felicity’s face turned red and little beads of sweat popped out on her cheeks.

” Here. Have some water,  you look a little warm.”

Felicity shook her head. ” Oh no. It’s not that. I just feel a little foolish. What a thing for an adult to say. I’m so embarrassed.  I was just being-”

” Fanciful?” Tabitha offered as she started back up the trail.

Felicity let her friend walk a little ahead of her and when Tabitha was a few feet away, Felicity reached behind her back and pulled something off of her belt clip.

Tabitha heard a sharp metal click and guessed Felicity was going to have that drink of water after all.

” Monsters wouldn’t live here. Too many mosquitos and who needs the competition? Felicity asked. ” It is a nice little hike all the same. Like I said, there’s lots of room to pretty much do whatever you want. Anyway,  I could use a snack right now. Is that ok?”

Tabitha was going to answer, in fact she tried to-

but the cut that Felicity  made on the front of Tabitha’ neck from ear to ear after she snuck up behind her, bumping into Tabitha just a little bit as she grabbed the back of her head by her ponytail, made it impossible for her to say anything at all.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

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The Family Tree

Ragtag Daily Prompt Thursday: Countless Branches

I was visiting my son and his family in Wisconsin a few years ago and one of the places we stopped at ( of course ) was a cemetery.

A few weeks before I arrived there had been a storm and a few trees got knocked down and was the result spooky looking  even in the daylight.

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Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

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Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Above It All

RDP Sunday — HANG ON

On the cloudiest, stormiest most brutal days – above it all  is an improbably  blue sky and past that are the heavens and it is still full of stars and planets.

It’s all STILL there.

No matter how lonely or alone or cut off from the world you feel right now…remember that.

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PHOTO A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo of Hamish Macbeth by A.M. Moscoso

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Ghost Train

This is how my started out: What Day is it Anyway? 

 

Today I took the Ghost Train to Seattle aka Coronaville.

I was all alone in the car that I normally ride in and normally there would be at least a dozen people  in here with me.

Today there was just me.

Today I think I learned how a ghost in an empty house feels.

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Photo A.M. Moscoso

A.M. Moscoso

#WDIIA

The Nail

A few days ago I was outside playing fetch with my dog and we got into a friendly game of ” drop it what does drop it mean?” When all of the sudden one of my acrylic nails popped off.

I was looking at my now naked nail and ugly finger ( my hands, yuck they are UGLY ) when this thought popped into my head.

” You know Anita, if they all popped off you could play the guitar again.”

After we went in ( I lost at the game of drop it, what does drop it mean)  I pulled my guitar out of the closet, took it from it’s case and tuned it’s dull yet ok strings. Here’s the funny part. I gave this to myself 6 years ago after not playing guitar for over 15 years and then put it away.

I was surprised I could tune it by ear. It was a surprise.

Then I tried to find the rest of my gear.

Most of it was gone, I gave it to my brother and my Amp is a Vox Super Beatle that can NO WAY be used where I live now because that baby is LOUD.

So I went on line and ordered a little practice amp and all that stuff you need if you want to play.

Plus I bought headphones.

Awesome.

Then I went to work at taking off the rest of my nails- not so awesome. But I did it and managed to not hurt myself. I tell a lie. It did hurt. Oh well.

I am ready to go back to playing the guitar- without a doubt that impulsive little thought was the best decision ( coupled with taking my writing seriously ) I’ve made in years

and it came to me out of nowhere all because I broke a nail.

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My beautiful Ibanez.

I’ve always used Boomer strings-no reason.  Strings are pretty much all the same as far as I’m concerned, but I bought these because of those Millennial Snowflakes who decided I’m a World Destroying Bernie Bot Hater – an ignorant  Boomer who stumbles around with the help of a walker and I take loads of medication so I won’t die 

It’s a derogatory  term when it comes out of their tender littler mouths.

So yeah.

Boom.

Eff you snow flakes.

 

This is my dog and my guitar- toss in my writing and that is my world now.

I know- awesome, right?