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
The Re-Con
Chasing the waning moon — the tidal pull of the pale gibbous moon drew me westward
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Now headed home, the moon was like me on its way east; I expected we’d find each other in the morning
The Re-Con
Northbound: the flyway was filled with avian migrants, their journey fraught with peril and promise
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At the southern border, human migrants encounter threats and obstacles
The Re-Con
Inciting Sedition: the inevitable outcome of Trump’s lies
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“What happened that day was the inevitable outcome of his lies and consistently escalating rhetoric over the past four-plus years”
The Re-Con
The blunt declaration in graffiti on the train: RU!N; was it about the state of the country or a warning of what’s barreling down on us like a runaway train?
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The long train was gone and with it, I hope, the diminishing rumble of ruin
The Re-Con
Turning the corner
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The rest of the way home was still all uphill—as it likely is for all of us