Guess What!

No.

Go on.

GUESS

 

What Do You Know?

It’s a three day weekend

in my neck of the woods

and

to think

it’s only just begun

It wasn’t me….

::: ( anita sings mischievously to herself ) I’m all alone lalala at this blog lalala guess what I’m gonna do lalalalala I’m gonna have fun lalalalaso  l’ll start with this song lalalaaaahhhhhh and you can dance along lalalalala:::

Seeds

 by a.m. moscoso

Who planted the seeds that took root along the road to Riversleigh?

Who planted the Nightshade and Rosary Peas and Elephant Ears that grew wild and choked the life out of the roses and daisies and wildflowers that used to grow there?

Who do you think took those seeds from gardens tended by Monks with no faces and Women with no eyes and  who do you think stole each one of those seeds with the steady hand of a surgeon from resting places in the sour dark earth that cover long ago graves?

Who planted those seeds in the dark, dropping each one into the earth with dusty cold hands - smoothing the earth back over again with a foot encased in leather with heels worn away from miles and miles of namless roads that cut through miles and miles of nameless towns?

I wonder.

It’s just a thought, one little seed from me…

to you.

Working

I’m.

Umm.

Looking for inspiration.

Yeah.

That’s what I’m doing

a.m

In The House I Call Home

Photograph(s) copyright Shaun O’Boyle

 

Last night I said to a traveler

lost on the road that goes by my house:

You could come home with me.

You wouldn’t have to be afraid of

doors the doors that open and close by themselves

Or the way the darkness never moves away from the light

in the house I call home.

Sometimes there is music and sometimes there are footsteps

lively and sure

in the halls of the house I call home.

I’ve been here for a very long time

and

nothing really changes

except for the screaming.

That always sounds the same.

Here In the House I Call Home.

Into The Mine…

Years ago I heard a story about a woman who checked into a somewhat upscale hotel without any luggage. She didn’t even have her purse or any I.D- somehow it had been left behind.

This was back in the early 1950’s and I’m guessing they let her do this because people were more trusting back then- that and from all accounts the woman was well dressed, well spoken and by appearances seemed like a  real lady.

At any rate, it was on it’s way she told the Hotel Clerk- in fact it was going to be showing up any minute so could she just check into her room- it had been a long day.

The Clerk let her check in and the next morning when the maid went into the room they found the woman dead, sitting in a chair facing the window.

They authorities would only ever learn one thing about the woman- she was dead from cyanide poisoning- an odd thing to use to kill yourself,  but that was the cause of death and that’s what was reflected on the death certificate.

The woman’s luggage never did show up, and no one ever came forward to I.D Jane Doe- and somewhere in Seattle under a little grey stone with numbers on it- probably overgrown with grass now is a woman who according to some never existed.

So I wonder.

Can a person who never existed-

Truly Ever Die?

Hamlet Rules

Once I Set Out

by a.m. moscoso

Once

I set out on a trip all by myself.

I didn’t have a map or a ticket I didn’t know where I was going.

But I went alone.

And I was alone.

For awhile.

Towards the end of the trip I heard someone coming towards me-

slowly.

And then I heard someone breathing

just around the corner from where I was was walking

all alone.

And then I stopped.

” Someone there? “

I asked.

No one answered.

” Hey!  Is someone there? ” I called a little louder.

The breathing stopped and the footsteps came towards me-

from around the corner and I closed my eyes tight and put one foot in front of the other and then I flew towards the breathing and the footsteps and the voices that cried out:

” What the hell was that? ” came the voice from behind me and then below me as I took to the darkness above ” What the Hell was that! “

It Must Be May

If this is May

Whatever will June bring?

a little prezie from a.m.

One

by a.m. moscoso

On every street in every town there are many roads that lead

to many places like

schools and churches and homes and stores.

In every town those many roads

can twist and curve and end just as suddenly as they began

with names and numbers to mark their place on maps in books and printed within hastily folded booklets lost under car-seats and in stuffed into backpacks and glove compartments and desk drawers.

Just ask anyone- someone like me-  how many roads lead

to haunted houses

and neglected cemeteries

and corners where someone looked up into a strange face and wondered if they were going home for the last time

and someone like me

will say

there is only one road

that goes to these places

Only One.

 

inspired by the SFC Prompt:: DESCANSOS

Reflection Of My Love

by a.m. moscoso

” What are you looking at Jingle? “  Milo Hungerford asked his wife.

Jingle was standing in front of their bathroom mirror with her hairbrush in her hand and she turned slowly towards him and said, ” I don’t know. “

He came up behind her and stared into glass and shook his head.

” That’s not right Jingle. “

She put her hand to her face and looked into the mirror again and when she turned back towards Milo she started to cry. ” Milo what’s happening to me? “

Milo  pulled Jingle to his chest and turned her away from the looking glass.

” Is it still there Milo? “

Milo held Jingle tighter and said, ” yes. “

” The one in the foyer- let’s try that one too. “

” Jingle- it won’t…” he started to say and then when he saw the look on her face he nodded. “okay, we’ll try that one too.”

Milo held his wife’s hand and they walked down the dark halls to the entrance to their home and together they looked into the mirror there and Jingle burst into tears and grabbed her face.

” Oh Milo- oh Milo what’s happening to me? ” she cried.

Milo looked into the mirror and there in the glass he saw his wife holding her hairbrush, her dark hair framing her face- all alone except for the darkness that was their home and he turned her gently towards him and said,

” I don’t know how it happened Jingle…but I think you’re alive. “

Remember The Rainbow Drive In

Remember How

at the Rainbow Drive In

The candy was sweet and the kisses were sweeter and how you

never felt too cold

and how bright the stars were?

Me too.

 

make your own drive-in sign

HERE

I Used To Visit Riversleigh

by a.m. moscoso

I used to visit Riversleigh

 when it rained and the Shadows crawled down from the trees

for me

and together we would travel with my pens and journals and thoughts

to the Dark House.

When I came back I would hide from Riversleigh

and

for a little while it would leave me alone

but then

Riversleigh would start to whisper to me

over the quiet that comes up from my basement, from under my bed, from the cemetery near my house

” Anita, when are you coming back “

 And I would light some candles, or say some prayers and wish I wasn’t alone

when Riversleigh Calls To Me

to come back

to her

in the dark and with the Shadows

to haunt it’s Dark Halls

again

alone.

Roaring Through My 20’s

by a.m. moscoso

When I was a kid I wanted to be a Flapper.

I wanted to wear those cool clothes and have that edgy haircut and have boys coming to my house in Model T Fords-preferably painted yellow.

I wanted to hang out in Speakeasys

and smoke cigarettes from long cigarette holders and say things like ” that’s the bee’s knees alright ” when something impressed me and I wanted to say in a low sexy gravely voice that could make people blush ” Did you see Anne’s new Sheik? He’s the Cat’s Pajama’s”

Oh wait.

I do say things like ” The Bee’s Knees ” and “Cat’s Pajama’s” and when a guys are off the scale gorgeous I do think of them as Sheiks ( as in Valentino Sexy and if you don’t know who he was, Google him )

And be warned nobody can do the Charleston as good as me- well, nobody my age anyway.

So how did a Punk Rocker born in 1964 find her way back to the 1920’s and come back again as an Honorary Flapper?

Other Grandmothers take their Grand-kids to the Park and to the Beach.

My Grandma sent me on a trip to the roaring 20’s.

My Grandmother and her Sisters- who in their day weren’t just on the cutting edge of the 1920’s- it sounded like they stood on the blade itself and jumped up and down all over it.

I grew up on their stories about the advent of extreme makeup styles and short hair for women and the music- which seemed to have a preoccupation with fruit, booze and love. 

When they would tell me about having to sneak out to change their clothes so that they could ‘ look modern’ and the lengths they went through just to wear makeup and find boyfriends and get their haircut short I would think how sweet and silly and innocent that all sounded.

One day after we traded a few wild stories that started because we had been discussing my music and motorcycle riding and new black leather jacket  ripped up jeans and black eyeshadow and  safety pin look I remember my Grandmother sort of looked over to one of her sisters and they didn’t laugh or chuckle or tell me how exciting my life sounded.

In fact, if anything they seemed a bit under-impressed.

And then my Grandmother winked and said how silly and fun and innocent it all sounded.

And looking back on it now and looking at the world my Nieces are living in and what it’s like for them now days- I’m starting to think she was was right.

inspired by:

SFC Prompt

Bad Girl On The Block

Friday Is Funday

I’m just wandering around the Soul Food Cafe, looking to have a little fun.

I wonder if anyone will know I was here?

I wonder.

amm

Under The Bridge

by anita m moscoso

phot source unknown-marked

” Devil’s Elbow “

What would bring you out to Anita’s Owl Creek Bridge so late at night?

How strange, you sat in your car and waited for the the sunset before you got out.

You waited for hours.

Which makes me wonder

What did you come looking for here in the darkness under Anita’s Owl Creek Bridge?

Evidence of Misdeeds? Dark Secrets? Murder? Mayhem?

The Devil?

Me?

How interesting… how puzzling…how amusing.

Under the Bridge is bad enough by daylight- in the evening it’s Hell on Earth.

Sometimes I go down there for stories and it’s days before I can sleep through the night again.

Days.

So I think I’ll wait for you in your car, where it’s dry and warm and dark.

When you get back we’ll chat.

It’ll be a scream.

amm

 

Talking ’bout

AM RADIO 

 

Everclear

Oh Geeze, Look What The Cat Brought In

anita marie! 

It’s Friday.

And I’m all alone.

With my Slinky.

Geeze.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=EZL6RGkPjws

 

 

Guess Who

It’s the ever absent by always with you Anita Marie!

My family home in Hawaii is just a ways down the road from where this picture was taken.

With that in mind.

Let’s Rock

Tiny Tina Dahl

a valentine tale

from

Anita’s Owl Creek Bridge

to you….

smooches

“ My Ex-Wife took everything from me ” Corrin Ails said to no one in particular as he waited in line for the doors to the Village Place Mall to open.

“She took my home and my record collection and she even took my old photo album. 

All that I had in there were pictures of me with my pets and dressed up at Halloween and I think there was one of me a holding a Brady Bunch lunchbox when I was 9 . Oh, and there were about four pictures of me on my first bike.

She told me I was an ugly kid. So what did she want with my childhood pictures?” 

The woman standing in front of Corrin turned around and told him “ I cut my wedding dress up and used it to scrub the kitchen floor the day I found out my ex-husband was getting remarried. I made that dress. Then I mailed it to his new wife. She slapped me with a restraining order and now I have to take anger managment classes. People do weird things when the realize a relationship is truly over.”

” She burned that album on my front lawn ” Corrin Ails went on “then the fire spread and burned my house down and she even killed me dog with rat poison. She used him to start the fire.”

” No way. ” the man standing in back of Corrin said.

” ‘fraid so- three fire fighters died trying to put that thing out. “

” I heard about that, ” the woman said  have they caught her yet? “

” No. “

” I’d like to catch her ” the Man in front of Corrin said, ” I’d like to catch her in the headlights of my car if you get what I mean.”

The Woman in front of Corrin said ” she sounds like a bad woman.”

“ Her family used to call her Tiny Tina Dahl…just like that. It was her nickname…and no one seemed to care that it sounded like some freaky Special Edition collector’s toy you get for buying something really big and expensive. Tiny Tina Dahl…she’s so sweet and great with poisons and fire. Get your free Tiny Tina Dahl with your next purchase.”

There was a chorus of snickers and Corrin went on. ” Tiny Tina Dahl would take anything she could get her hands on…your house, your clothes, your money the Twinkies you keep hidden in your desk drawer at work for munchie attacks.”

” Wow, she wasn’t bad she was just evil. ” someone further down the line said.

” Yeah ” Corrin said “ she was pretty good at taking things…she even stole my heart and  she left me with nothing.”

” You seem like a nice enough guy ” the Woman said ” you’ll find someone new. You certainly won’t find anybody WORSE.”

Corrin reached for the top button on his shirt and said as faint as a dieing man’s last breath, ” You don’t get it….  she stole my heart and left with me nothing “

It All Adds Up

Welcome To The Rainbow Beach Drive In.

We’re not all about fun and snacks and nookie.

Well.

Yes We Are

So before we play shall we do some homework?

Okay.

Here’s a Math Lesson.

 

First you take this:

and then you add this:

and like magic it equals: 

WHOO HOO!

Anita Marie Dreaming

Hermit Crab Dreaming Inspired something in me.

It inspired me to find this..

I am so busted….aren’t I ?

Oh Well.

It’s the weekend after all.

amm

Beach Kitteh

On Candy

The World May Never Know 

yeah…and all these years later we STILL don’t know

you Tootsie Pop Cretins.

SEE

That’s why PEZ are my favorite candy.

They are not complicated.

Do you remember this urban legend?

I do.

It’s one of my favorites. 

A Tootsie Pop Mystery

( this article snatched from the jaws of the internet )

The Indian on the Tootsie Roll Pop

as told by Larry Rosenblum,
Port Angeles, Washington

 

There is a legend associated with the wrapper of Tootsie Pop suckers. The story is that if you come across a wrapper with a picture of a boy in an Indian costume shooting an arrow at a star, and you send that wrapper to the company that makes Tootsie Pops, you will receive either a free sucker or a case of suckers.

(It depends on who is telling the story.)

That’s the legend, and this part is for real.

 One day I was working at NBC editing a show with the associate director who was also my friend. We were clowning around, and he used his left hand to write a letter to the company that makes Tootsie Pops asking about the story.

He was right-handed, but he used his left hand in an attempt to make the letter look like it came from a little kid. His name is Rick, so he signed the letter “Ricky.”

Tootsie Roll Industries, Inc. sent back a nice letter explaining that the rumor had surfaced over fifty years ago, but nobody knows how or why.

 ”Our records do not indicate that our company ever sponsored any type of promotion surrounding the Indian, or any other picture on the wrapper,” said the letter, and unfortunately it also said, “There has never been anyone who ever got Tootsie Pops free for sending in wrappers to our company.”

What you do get free is a fairy tale about how an Indian chief was responsible for the invention of Tootsie Pops.

 

Another wonderful Urban Legend dies.

Geeze.

PEZ fans wouldn’t do something like that to our candy.

However-

Tootsie Pops are fair game.

They brought it on themselves

amm