Known For Their Playfulness

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Corvidos are also known for their playfulness and the highly evolved social structure of their societies. They play social games with each other and other species such as other birds, also wolves, dogs and humans.

They are gifted mimics and can learn to immitate the songs of other birds and sometimes even mimic human speech.

One of the most interesting corvid traits is the ability to invent and use tools - an ability once thought to be restricted to primates. Corvids use tools to obtain food, to crack nuts and shellfish and to play games.

Meet Anita Marie Moscoso

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When I was a little girl I wanted to be a Magician- and I didn't want to just pull rabbits from hats- I wanted to be wrapped in chains and buried alive and just when my horrified audience decided that 'something was terribly wrong' and were ready to dig me up I would appear in a cloud of smoke standing over my 'almost grave' in a black dress with a slit up the thigh and my hair falling across my face just like Veronica Lake.

But then fate stepped in and I discovered that I could get just as much attention- without the fear of suffocation- by doing something that I had been taught to do by my Grandfathers- I started to write stories just after I turned nine years old.

I'd like to say I was a dedicated and focused writer- but I wasn't, I took my story telling ability for granted, it was such a part of me and who I was that I never really went through a period in my life when I " wanted to be a writer ". I wrote, I liked it, and I did it all of the time.  

And then a few years ago, very much by accident I discovered the Soul Food Cafe.  
I was on-line trying to find an address for a restaurant that I was supposed to meet my friends at for dinner and instead I ended up at a website based in Australia. I went home that night and made my way through the Cafe's pages and within a few weeks I was writing up a storm and I haven't stopped since.
 
Now in addition to my daily writing blogs, my projects based out of the Soul Food Cafe Adventures I'm working on my first novel.  

Still.

I figure that in some weird time vortex a nine year old girl who wanted more then anything to be a Magician is tapping her foot on a stage somewhere saying to 44 year old Anita Marie who has a notebook in her hand " Okay fine, we'll be a writer...but if that doesn't work out, we're back to being a Magician...deal? "

Deal?

Anita Marie Online

Wolfie

In Memory of Wolfie

Cold Storage
My family comes from The Cold and The Quiet and The Dark I am from a regrettable garden that is in the center of a green field where grey stones and granite leave it's mark above forever.

My family's tree is leafless and bent and it casts shadows across tables where no one feasts and everyone weeps.
Anita's Owl Creek
A blog filled with the work of Anita Marie Moscoso.
Irregular Bones
Irregular Bones is Anita Marie's Writer's Journal.
The Twilight Zone
In 1923, J.C. Henneberger began Weird Tales--The Unique Magazine. Throughout its 30-year history, the obscure pulp published some of the most outré fiction ever issued. The stories were odd, macabre, and completely unique. Weird Tales existed in a void, and the stories published therein reached pinnacles of strangeness never equalled.

Anita Marie Moscoso, who presides over the Twilight Zone in Lemuria and at the Soul Food Cafe writes about the odd and the macabre. Her weird tales are a delight and, not surprisingly, Anita Marie has a growing fan club at the site and beyond. Her stories have been translated in to Japanese and Chinese and bring delight to those with wicked imaginations all over the world.
Halloween  

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Over recent years Anita Marie Moscoso has led the festivities at Halloween. As a consequence Soul Food has the most wonderful, rich archive of ghostly tales. Who can resist engaging at names like The Chamber of Horrors, The Late Show and Mrs Parson' House.

The Rookery - Day Nine

A few years ago, very much by accident I discovered the Soul Food Cafe. I was on-line trying to find an address for a restaurant that I was supposed to meet my friends at for dinner and instead I ended up at a website based in Australia. I went home that night and made my way through the Cafe's pages and within a few weeks I was writing up a storm and I haven't stopped since.

A Shelf of Jars

Anita Marie Jars

As you spend some time exploring what is inside of my jars you might consider a story I wrote about myself- fiction of course and a woman who I met once- in a story of course.

In Regards to Tansy Arvensis

Jars

In a glass case, on a shelf in a jar, is all that remains of a woman named

Tansy Arvensis.

How is it that Tansy

- you might ask-

who once performed as

a Fire Breather, a Sword Swallower and Trapeze Artist for a Traveling Circus ended up in a jar on a shelf in a museum?

- In addition -

you might wonder

how is it that all that is left of Tansy is a head in jar with a single horn sprouting from the side of her head?

And you may question

why is it that Tansy’s eyes are sometimes closed and sometimes opened and sometimes her mouth is twisted in rage and her neat white teeth and her dark red lips are pushed up against the glass and at other times she

is facing the wall?

How would someone like me

-you might wonder-

an unremarkable woman, living an unremarkable life in an unremarkable town called Mountlake Terrace ever have known a person like Tansy?

and

how is it that this unremarkable woman came to know what happened to Tansy

on that night Tansy lost her head?

What a silly question.

You should really be asking why is it that an unremarkable woman living an unremarkable life in an unremarkable town
isn’t the one

whose head is in a jar. 

At Riversleigh Manor

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Never get lost in the woods behind Riversleigh Manor- it wasn’t exactly a warning; it was more like a statement.

Never get lost behind the woods of Riversleigh Manor.

Juniper Pringle had heard those words her entire life- her Mother would say them to Juniper and her sisters before they left for school in the morning, her Father would say the same words when they went out to play in the evenings and Juniper Pringle would say them one day to her own kids.

In The Woods Behind Riversleigh Manor
Diary of a Delirium
Midnight Conversation at Riversleigh
Stories From Faraway
Strange Tale From The Chamber of Horrors
Who Will You Meet On The Road To Riversleigh
Far Far Away
Reflection of My Love

Christmas Memories

On the Seventh Day

Filling Your Jars

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On a shelf, in my office are rows and rows of jars.
Some jars having things inside of them
and others are empty.

Anita Marie Moscoso makes good use of clip art on her blogs. She says that some of her jars and dusty and cracked but that these are the ones she uses the most. Inside the ones I use the most, inside of them you will find things from places like:

Vintage Resources
The Morgue File
The Dapper Cadaver
And
Digital Collections From The U.S. Library of Congress

Making Jars

So have you made your jar? A blog is like a preserving jar. Like Anita Marie you can fill your jars with all sorts of ephemera and writing. But why restrict yourself. Discovering blogging programs like Word Press is a bit like being let loose in a curiosity shop. You really can go for broke and have many jars.