The Re-Con
Perhaps: I whittle away. I trudge on. Gristle-coarse. I try. I am. As should we all as the world winds on.
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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
Randy Koch’s map across ‘the rutted sea” to promises of bounty in the furrowed black earth of the Minnesota prairie
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“How came we through the swells and troughs to rifle God’s pure grace?”
The Re-Con
The Long Way Home
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I’ll likely be back this way; returning, after all, a way to gauge how little or how much I’ve changed
Past Perfect
That well-respected gentleman, Mr. Fred Dickey Jr., had a laugh unchanged from the one the boy Freddy had, an explosion of gusto released from deep strata of humor
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By the age of enjoying grandchildren and enduring the indignities of old men’s malfunctioning bodies, Fred and I had both become almost as much wiser as we were older
The Re-Con
Do pepper spray, batons, bullet-proof vests, shields, armored vehicles, concussion grenades, tear gas, and rubber bullets make police feel invincible and superior?
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The words “police force” refer less to manpower than to the all-too-common methods of many officers
Past Perfect
The Peyote Chronicles IV: Agent “Pussyfoot” Johnson comes to Laredo; sworn enemy of booze and peyote takes on merchants Villegas and Wormser, suppliers of sacred plant for Native American religious ceremonies
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Peyote buttons, also called “Japanese Buttons,” cost $2.5o per thousand f.o.b. Los Ojuelos in 1909; they were shipped by Tex-Mex rail from Aguilares to Laredo for distribution to reservations north of the Red River
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
Santa Maria Journal
My granddaughters used to forget a toy, a moño, or a precious little sweater at my house; now it’s an eyelash curler
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What they really left behind is what they always have – the wonder that ever I could love anyone as much as I do those two nenas
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