On a cool Minnesota evening in 1986, my astronomy class met on the observatory roof to peer through a large telescope of some sort at Orion, which must have been particularly visible that night. Two friends stood near the edge of the building where the moonlight was its most silver and serenaded the class with a heartfelt rendition of Blue Moon.
The moon, with its bright winking eyes, silent glow, and acres of mystery is an oft wished-for destination, and the locus of many a love song. Enjoy our playlist of moon songs. It’s fuller than a full moon.
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Director of Many Things; Senior Editor, Designer and Illustrator at Tweetspeak Poetry
I used to be a claims adjuster, helping people and insurance companies make sense of loss. Now, I train other folks with ladders and tape measures to go and do likewise. Sometimes, when I’m not scaling small buildings or crunching numbers with my bare hands, I read Keats upside down. My first novel, Adjustments, is available now.
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Maureen Doallas says
Moon River, wider than a mile. . .
I used to play that, when I used to play piano.