Poca Brisa

RDP Wednesday: Invisible

Photo A.M. Moscoso

This is just a little story about an early Summer day- it was really hot that day-  I remember the sky was blue and the Sun was blazing and me and my dogs and my Sister and her daughter, who was just over a year old were in the backyard eating popsicles.

We were talking about other Summers and other hot days when at one point the wind picked up a little.

It was just a little breeze and it  wasn’t enough to chase the heat away.

Just then my niece, who was in her stroller, looked up into the sky and started to laugh.

She dropped her popsicle, which of course one of my dogs grabbed, and she kept on laughing. She looked up and her little head went from left to right and then she tried to turn around in her stroller  for,  I guessed,  a better view.

But of what?

She started to  kick her feet and she reached up like she was going to catch something and then she laughed some more.

” What’s she looking at? ” I asked my sister. I couldn’t see anything, and I figured it was her baby so maybe she knew.

My sister snuck a peek up into the empty, blue sky and said. ” I don’t see anything. ”

Just then our Mom walked out and handed my niece a little bowl with popsicle bits in it and she said as she walked back into the house ” She’s looking at Sprits.”

There was something so matter of fact in our Mom’s voice that we couldn’t joke or laugh or make light of  what she had just said.

I looked up. My Sister looked up. My niece looked up and laughed.

It was a blazing hot Summer day and the little breeze that picked up and blew over our heads wasn’t enough to chase the heat away.

But there was a chill to the air.



RDP Tuesday: ART


There is art

in ruin.

Silence is a symphony playing endlessly in deserted rooms, echoing  aimlessly through

empty halls.

 Broken glass, shattered stone, rotted wood

created by  merciless time and brutal neglect

then lovingly crafted and given form by an invisible master

a shattered tribute to what once

 lived quietly under the skin.





History of A Snazzy Wanna Be

RDP Tuesday: History

I tried to be prettier

I tried to find a style

so that I could look snazzy, edgy and cool.

But of course I was not

pretty, stylish, edgy snazzy or cool.

I was just me.


Once I asked my Grandma to buy me some makeup for my 14 birthday

and she looked at me  and said,

 ” You have a nice personality.”

Of course I am sure you have guessed

I do no have a nice personality