Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

In the world of writing ( or in the world I write in any way ) the best places can be found in dark corners, alley ways, basements, attics and in the sweet smiles of the people I thought I knew.

So my world is a bit on the off side, I would compare it to listening to a piece of music where one of the instruments is out of tune.

For the most part I love this world of mine, and then I stopped and I have no real good reason for why. It just happened.

And then I began again the thing is I began to write at a low spot in my life.

Death had visited my friends, my family and my dogs…that’s right the Grim Reaper took my dog.

So in the midst of  this I started to write again and do you know what I discovered?

No matter what has been subtracted from my life my writing has always been there. So with each loss came a story or a post or a journal entry.

I’m not sure if those words replaced voids or prevented a void from being created.

All I know is, had I not been a writer I think there would be a lot less of me right now.








Does anyone read anymore?

I mean,  does anyone pick up a book? Write a letter? Have real conversations?

I bought a cellphone a couple of years ago,  which means that I no longer actually talk to people on the phone. I send text messages. I speak in text. I learned this new language because when I did not join the collective I got left behind.

I found I was living in a ghost town and it was creepy.

What made it worse was when I figured out where everyone went:

They all went to live inside a five inch long piece of plastic where they have actually created lives.


And from what I’ve seen in the headlines, they even have sex on them. Not like in the old days with the 900 numbers that connected you to a Brandy or Candy ( come on guys, REALLY? ) for five dollars a minute.

And when people lose their phones, well, I’ve seen people loose their children in airports and malls and stress out less. Really. Someone walks off with the baby…its ” Oh my God, Oh my God ” Lose the phone and if it’s not back in their hand in five seconds they’re either keeling over with full on heart failure or getting ready to take a swan dive on the tallest building they can find.

I miss blogging- but I’ve noticed that if I post a picture of talking cats or some trite little thing that came off of a paper place mat- those things get read. I write something, not so much. I’m no King Or Dickens or  M.R. James, but when I write that’s me. My thoughts, my feelings. I thought people trolled Facebook because it was a like a sneaky way to get into someone’s head.

When I put out my writing, the OPEN sign is in the window, the Welcome mat is in front of the door and the dog big dog is in the back yard.

Here’s the deal.

The stuff I put on my Facebook page started out as a joke.

I read ( IN A MAGAZINE…A PAPER ONE ) that anything you put on the internet will live for ever.

So, I decided it was be super funny to fill the web with as much Jack-Assery as possible- take that Future Archeologists!

But I miss the old days and I’m afraid of the new ones ahead.

So I’m writing again.

 Given the choice I’d rather leave my writing  behind and have people guess what made me tick or who I was based on that then to have someone find my phone look at it and say…

” Here she is. “

Where will he go next, this phantom from another time, this resurrected ghost of a previous nightmare – Chicago; Los Angeles; Miami, Florida; Vincennes, Indiana; Syracuse, New York?

Anyplace, everyplace, where there’s hate, where there’s prejudice, where there’s bigotry. He’s alive. He’s alive so long as these evils exist.

Remember that when he comes to your town. Remember it when you hear his voice speaking out through others. Remember it when you hear a name called, a minority attacked, any blind, unreasoning assault on a people or any human being. He’s alive because through these things we keep him alive.”

Rod Serling Closing Narration from “HE’S ALIVE”

In about nine days I’ll be leaving for New Orleans- so if you do the math, you’ll see I’ll be there a day before Halloween and I’ll have a few days down there after.

I’m going in part because I have been told there are a few cemeteries and a haunted house or two around New Orleans that you can check out. Oh. And do you know they have some knowledge of Voodoo and Jazz about town too?

I know…how cool is that?

The other reason I am going is because of something called the Toxic Baby.

I can’t explain exactly why the Toxic Baby inspired me to pack my notebook and pens and my favorite pairs of  t-shirts and jeans and hiking boots and head to New Orleans over Halloween. But it has and you can read about it at the blog I’ve dedicated to my trip HERE. I’ve got a few posts up to sort of move the blog along,  so if you’d like to check it out, please stop by! I’m posting there daily now will through the rest of my trip.


( click the picture to get to my blog, Searching For The Toxic Baby )

“…and whatever walked there, walked alone.”

Very cool post and pictures of H’ween Decorations- in
Copenhagen. The rest of the blog IS just as fun to read and too, so check it out!


via Pieces of Copenhagen.


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