Here, where quiet drowns out the distant rancor of fearmongers, we might, instead, be good neighbors.
The Re-Con
Humpty, Frumpty, Plumpty, Chumpty, Rumpty, Dumbty, Duncey, Numpty, Scumty, Glumty, Grumpy Trumpty
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Ode to the bronzed sore loser barking lies
to chumps like a carnival clown; never one
to take the high road: may he find his way to the pen
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
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
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