The Vertex


Photo by Raphael Brasileiro on

Do you know how a prism works?

Prisms are made from glass, plastics or fluorite and how they are shaped will determine how the light that enters them will be dispersed. I understand that and even if I don’t grasp it all on an academic level,  I have seen it and enjoyed the results of that scientific fact.

I also believe that there are times when I think that experiences  behave the same way.

I think there are moments that hit some specialy crafted moment in time or maybe even a person and they split apart into an array of images and actions for just a few seconds, and they hold that shape and then they drift apart and there is no way to prove they were really ever there.

Two days ago on the train home I was sitting behind two women who were cleaning their phones of messages and pictures. They were chatting about where to get their nails done and what resturaunts were open when one woman gasped and said, ” somebody just got hit by a train!’

There were a dozen of us in the car and we were all ears.

” Where? ” her friend asked.

” Kent. The train is stopped in Kent. ”

But we just left Kent.  ” Her  friend  held her hand out and she passed her the phone.

Someone asked, ” did we hit someone? ”

The answer was the train kept moving and we all started to check our phones- none of us had that message.

Her friend looked down at her friend’s phone. ” Oh, look this message is old it’s from a few months ago. ”

She said she felt stupid and of course no one agreed because   who hasn’t had a ghost message pop back on our phones now and again or run across an old message and thought it was new?

We were at my stop about twenty minutes later and when I got home and settled in my phone buzzed at me.

I looked at it and saw the text that the train behind us had been stopped in Kent because of a ” medical emergency “.

” Medical emergency is the polite way of saying that someone had been hit by a train.

So this little moment in time may have been a coincidence. It could have been one random then was really there.

Or maybe for one moment reality split apart and it came back together in the best way it knew how.


The Silver Handle

RDP Monday: Handle


I couldn’t take your hand, for our last walk that day

in October.


I took up the silver handle and walked as close as I could to you.

I thought I could feel you, I wanted to feel you but

I was afraid I’d drop you.

We all were.

On that day

in October,

it was raining and cold and the orange and red leaves of autumn were drowning in the


The woman in the smart black suit and sensibly manicured nails gave me the key to your new home.

She rested it in the palm of my hand, I barely felt it’s weight.

It disappeared  until a week ago.

I found it in our car, it was in  the counsel between our seats hidden under a coupon for a free


I lifted it up and I was surprised.

It felt heavier then I remembered.

I took it as a sign.

It could only mean one thing,  this was an invitation

 to your home and I think I will pay you a visit.

I wonder if I will recognize you.

I am preparing myself, that I may not.


But October is here and Halloween is near and this is the  best time for me to drop in 

and take you out.

Maybe we will use that coupon for the free yogurt.


and when we are done with our visit, I’ll take you back to your home and  lay you to rest.


Mystifying Mints and Skull Erasers

RDP Friday – Eerie

Sometimes I go out and look for eerie things- you know, things like eerie people who laugh and growl when they think nobody is looking or abandoned houses with Christmas lights still strung around the living room window even though there isn’t a window to speak of and no one has lived in the house for dozens of years and sometimes those eerie things find me.

And sometimes a few words will jingle around in my head and take on a life of their own.

Yesterday I bought some mints that came in a tin that looks like a Ouija board and I set them down next to my skull erasers and the lightbulb popped on.

Here they are, posed for your amusement and Halloween musings-

Mystifying Mints and Skull Erasers.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso