Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
a man carrying
a shotgun
and gas
shot dead
epstein’s ghost
lingers
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, February 24, 2026.
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A shotgun and a wide pattern, gas well depending on if liquid literal or gaseous which all political words carry it can be explosive. Shot dead guilt by association? Or is it the case is dead? Epstein they say is dead. My mind wanders. Another short that in the public mind is not so short but soon will fade just as Watergate, JFK assassination, the trade towers fade, let alone Indian massacres and the holocaust. Well done my friend
Soren, your reflection captures the drift of it. Shotgun, gas, association, fading memory…all of it circling around what lingers and what is declared finished. The poem is meant to sit in that space without resolution. I always appreciate the depth you bring, my friend. 👻🕯️🇺🇸🙏
You are most welcome Tristan the depth is reflected in the deep holes that I dig for myself, not always in the right place but when mining for gold one does not always find the right spot the first time one sinks a shaft.
Indeed, but digging holes is a big part of the fun, no? I am thankful for your digging, my friend. Very thankful.
Dark and jagged, hits like a shutter click—violence and memory tangled in the same frame.
Your lines haunt the edges, where the past refuses to rest.
Thomas, the image of a shutter click is perfect. Sudden, frozen, undeniable. Violence captured, memory lingering. That refusal to rest is exactly the ghost I was invoking. I appreciate you meeting it there. 👻🕯️🇺🇸🙏
Well done.my friend
Thank you, dearest friend! Happy Tuesday to you! 👻🕯️🇺🇸🙏
I like the American way of, you pop out for a pint of milk and a shotgun, and then you amble off to see if there's a tariff on shotguns, and when you find out there is, you go mad. It's all hitting the fan now, lawyers are on standby, the courts will be busy for years now.
Paul, your take blends absurdity with consequence. Milk and shotguns in the same breath…then years of legal aftermath. It’s darkly comic, but the edge is totally real. The fan may spin, but the memory doesn’t disperse so easily. Appreciate both your humor and your insight here. 👻🕯️🇺🇸🙏
Ain't no spooky seance when we hear a certain sound - we knows what it is, and who is making it! lol. A-glug-a-glug-glug! lol
The actual incident filtered through to the tranny atop my kitchen fridge, a one off. Epstein's ghost is there every other bloody morning...
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