I am a dream lost in the laced light of dawn. I am memory and gratitude, the risk of November, a promise regretted.
The Re-Con
Re: Reading – Read. Then, reread; and read what others say about what you’re reading, especially, read what the censors, book-banners, corporations, and governments don’t want you to read
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You will not agree with or like all of it, but at least then you can decide what speaks to you honestly and thoughtfully, or what reeks like a late-night skunk or the cow shit you remember from your youth
The Re-Con
Quanta, or the late lights of summer
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Because it takes nearly fifty years for light to travel between Draconis and Earth, he/she/it/they would see us not as we are but as we were in about December 1972
The Re-Con
Baseball: the joys of summer
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The throwing arm smooth and fluid as a whip, the ball slung on a taut line, the cowhide hitting the leather of the glove with a solid thwack
The Re-Con
On Roe v. Wade, the Supreme Court, and privacy: the governed do NOT derive their powers from the consent of the government
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The stench of moral superiority drifts from the complaints of Justices Thomas and Roberts
The Re-Con
Ukraine’s Zelensky: “Show your standing, come from your offices, your homes, your schools and universities, come in the name of peace, come with Ukrainian symbols to support Ukraine.”
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Ilya Kaminsky: “We Lived Happily during the War, and when they bombed other people’s houses, we // protested / but not enough, we opposed them but not / enough.”
The Re-Con
Abbrevns: the shorthand of census takers and archivists before typewriters; farewell to Joan Didion, the honest, incisive “try harder” patron saint of writers
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Seditionist arrestees face aftermath of their compulsions; the 725 are but a fraction of the 2,000-plus rioters
The Re-Con
After the verdicts
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If we pay attention, we’ll find a glimmer slipping through the limbs, a bit of light that might cause us to see the truth beyond our own nose and with a clarity and steadfastness not afforded by blind belief or ignorance or excuses. Maybe. Just maybe it casts a trace of truth against the written house.
The Re-Con
An Open Poem to Governor Abbott and Republican Legislators
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“Oh, you tiny Texas tyrants
in your frail white hide and drawl,
a-feared of women and all migrants
so you weaponize the law.”
The Re-Con
Whether it’s weather or not: we must make dramatic changes now to slow and stop global warming
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Outside your front door climactic changes are altering life while too many people still stand by and watch