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 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Birthed into a quaking faith—
Aflame with the Spirit’s heart—
Yesterday’s speech remembered great,
And its organizer, a personality erased.
Rendered half-okay, therefore half-human;
Disturbing, humanity’s ignorance is.
Remember the organizer—
Unless failure is an aspiration—
Sacrifice is their name.
They come in brown, black, and white,
In queer and straight, trans and gay—
Not to be dismissed—they’re here to stay.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, June 28, 2026.
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- Comment from author about the poem: An acrostic Scorched Sunday poem. Part of my Scorched Strays collection. History has a way of celebrating movements while overlooking the people whose quiet sacrifice made them possible. This poem wrestles with the distance between remembrance and erasure, between the dignity we proclaim and the humanity we withhold. Some names fade. Their work does not.
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Your opening lines set the tone. A quaking faith so are most if a person is honest. That fire often consumes both faith and belief turning them to ashes. Words and people, be they prophets or political leaders or financial gurus leave them demigods an Achilles with a vulnerable heel. Words of those with a cause are not to be taken wholeheartedly. Gandhi techniques are noble but do not always work. A great acrostic my friend
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