Still Night Sea
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Showing posts with label Moon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Moon. Show all posts
Sunday, November 8, 2026
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Tuesday, September 15, 2026
Lunatics Are Loose in the Wild
Tropic Island Town
Lunatics Are Loose in the Wild
I
The moon hangs low above the town,
While shadows creep and darkness falls down;
The streets grow strange beneath the light,
And reason disappears into the night.
The sane look on and wonder why,
As reckless fools go racing by;
No fence can hold them, none can hide—
The lunatics are loose in the wild.
II
They speak of power, gold, and fame,
And set the world itself aflame;
They chase their hunger without shame,
Then point at others, shifting blame.
They promise peace with sharpened tongue,
While wicked deeds remain undone;
They laugh while innocence is defiled—
The lunatics are loose in the wild.
III
Some wear a suit and some wear rags,
Some wave their flags and carry bags;
Some sit in halls where laws are made,
While others lurk beneath the shade.
Some shout their madness from the street,
Some hide their madness in deceit;
The mask may change, but not the style—
The lunatics are loose in the wild.
Monday, August 10, 2026
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Friday, May 22, 2026
Tuesday, April 14, 2026
Wednesday, April 8, 2026
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Tuesday, February 24, 2026
Sailboat Moon - PC Wallpaper
"Sailboat Moon" - Bahamas AI Image
©A. Derek Catalano
"Sailboat Moon" - Bahamas AI Image
©A. Derek Catalano
©A. Derek Catalano
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Thursday, January 29, 2026
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Thursday, December 11, 2025
Tuesday, December 9, 2025
Moonrise Sea - PC Wallpaper
Monday, November 24, 2025
The Root and the Grave: A Cat Is. Horror
"Silas the Zombie Overseer" - Bahamas AI Art
©A. Derek Catalano
The Root and the Grave: A Cat Is. Horror
Act I: The Unbinding
Chapter 1: The Breath of God
The wind did not howl; it screamed. It was a high, thin sound, like metal being sheared on a lathe, a sound that vibrated in the teeth and the marrow of the bone. Hurricane Zephyr, a late-season Category 4 monstrosity, was currently grinding the spine of Cat Island into the Atlantic Ocean.
Sarah Seymour huddled in the basement of the swaying guesthouse in Port Howe, her arms wrapped around her knees. The darkness was absolute, save for the strobing flashes of lightning that illuminated the dust motes dancing in the humid air. Above her, the timber-framed house groaned, the nails popping like pistol shots as the pressure dropped.
Sarah was a historian, a woman of facts, dates, and architectural blueprints. She had come to Cat Island to catalog the ruins of the Deveaux Plantation, to preserve the fading legacy of the 18th-century cotton barons. She did not believe in ghosts, or obeah, or the "bad wind" the locals whispered about. But tonight, huddled in the dark while the island was flayed alive, the rational world felt very far away.
Friday, October 10, 2025
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