(Original photo by Zoltan Tasi on Unsplash – edited by Nick Pipitone)
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Red Moon (a poem)
Red moon, where did you come from?
Red moon, what do you want?
I offered my children
I ignored your taunts
What more could you ask for?
Must you always flaunt
and remind me I’m an earth-bound servant
in the killing fields
my servitude is permanent
my fate is sealed
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Pull the Moon Down (a poem)
The Moonlight Offering
It was a full moon that night, a bright and powerful moon that beamed blinding light onto the blankets of snow that covered the hills.
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Crashing Waves (a drawing)
I’ve always loved photos of the moon hanging over the sea at night, so I decided to draw my own depiction last year. Like I mentioned in a previous post about drawing, the process has been very soothing for me.
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