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.

Home Scream Home

I want to find a haunted house

to make my very own

I want to find a haunted house

so I can hide my bones

I want to find a haunted house

with a garden full of stones

I want to find a haunted house

so you can visit me

                                                         when you feel dark

and hungry

and cold.