Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read š, Write āļø, Rise š , Realize š¤Æ.
Tristan š¹š¤ššÆļøš¦āā¬
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read š, Write āļø, Rise š , Realize š¤Æ.
Tristan š¹š¤ššÆļøš¦āā¬
blaze. burn.
blister. scream.
smother. smoke.
scorch to stoke.
smoulder.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, March 21, 2026.
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Tristan Robert Lange (
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Comments4
All about fire one of the four basic elements associated with energy, assertiveness and passion. Can tell you from first hand experience Tristan that fire did not do that for me when I set myself on fire. Maybe the energy to roll around on the ground trying to put it out it certainly did not make me more passionate as all the skin peeled off and the sting made touch unbearable. This poem brought back memories of a rather difficult time.
Rather a serious write, however brief it were. Well-done. A fave, my dear friend!
Popeye getting a bit 'hot'?! heehee. But why? WCAT.
Definitely.
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