Photo A.M. Moscoso

You can dance with someone you love, 

or at the end of a rope

You can dance with the Devil

with the truth

or all alone

in the dark 

to your favorite song.


I used to dance

with abandon

what a dance we had

I used to dance with abandon

my favorite partner

the best lover 

the best friend

I have had.

Photo A.M. Moscoso


Daily Post Challenge: Dancing

The Revenant’s Confession


I was the shadow at the top of the stairs

I was that cool breeze that turned your blood cold

I was the dark under your bed

nesting in your closet

when you hoped to God you were really alone.


I was there when you reached out into to the darkness

felt along the wall and turned the light on

I was the nothing that night in your room.


I was with you before you fell asleep

I watched your eyes close

I watched your breathing slow



I watched it




Photo A.M. Moscoso

Daily Prompt: Mystery


Well. There’s a Thought.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Is Autumn the agonizing

 Death of Summer?

I’m sort of hoping




I hate the Summer.

I hate the smell of tanning flesh, the sounds of overplayed songs sung to off key, the taste of warm water in my glass where the ice cubes are losing the fight for their lives.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

I belong to the Fall.

To the winter.



Dead Of  Night.

You Can Stop It Anita Marie- right now!

Self Portrait A.M. Moscoso

“Her eyes are so dark ”

my Grandmother used to say.

” I wonder what goes on behind them when her back is turned, when she thinks lost in thought and I’m looking the other way ”

“Her thoughts are so dark ”

my Father used to say.

‘ I wonder where they come from, where they go when she thinks I’m lost

in thought and I’m looking the other way.”

Self Portrait A.M. Moscoso

My eyes are dark

and so  are my thoughts

as you know

Grandma and Dad

they followed down into your graves

like so many others

when no one was looking, no one was thinking

and they were looking the other way.


Daily Prompt: Cringe