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Roots, Wings, & Vestiges
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Carlos Alejandro
Of History, Culture & Community
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Carlos Alejandro
Collective willful ignorance is not just an absence of knowledge; it is an active betrayal of collective responsibility. This stark reality challenges us to confront the uncomfortable truth that our comfort often comes at the expense of justice and integrity for others.
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January 7, 2026 at 2:55 AM
Collective willful ignorance is not just an absence of knowledge; it is an active betrayal of collective responsibility. This stark reality challenges us to confront the uncomfortable truth that our comfort often comes at the expense of justice and integrity for others.
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This is where we are. Read this joint statement by France, Germany, Italy, Poland, Spain, the United Kingdom, and the Kingdom of Denmark on Greenland:
"Greenland belongs to its people. It is for Denmark and Greenland, and them only, to decide on matters concerning Denmark and Greenland."
"Greenland belongs to its people. It is for Denmark and Greenland, and them only, to decide on matters concerning Denmark and Greenland."
January 6, 2026 at 3:05 PM
This is where we are. Read this joint statement by France, Germany, Italy, Poland, Spain, the United Kingdom, and the Kingdom of Denmark on Greenland:
"Greenland belongs to its people. It is for Denmark and Greenland, and them only, to decide on matters concerning Denmark and Greenland."
"Greenland belongs to its people. It is for Denmark and Greenland, and them only, to decide on matters concerning Denmark and Greenland."
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Samuel Alito flew two flags used by insurrectionists.
Clarence Thomas' wife plotted to overturn the 2020 election.
Both justices refused to recuse themselves from SCOTUS cases related to the January 6th plot.
It's a stain on our nation that this has effectively been forgotten.
Clarence Thomas' wife plotted to overturn the 2020 election.
Both justices refused to recuse themselves from SCOTUS cases related to the January 6th plot.
It's a stain on our nation that this has effectively been forgotten.
January 6, 2026 at 9:01 PM
Samuel Alito flew two flags used by insurrectionists.
Clarence Thomas' wife plotted to overturn the 2020 election.
Both justices refused to recuse themselves from SCOTUS cases related to the January 6th plot.
It's a stain on our nation that this has effectively been forgotten.
Clarence Thomas' wife plotted to overturn the 2020 election.
Both justices refused to recuse themselves from SCOTUS cases related to the January 6th plot.
It's a stain on our nation that this has effectively been forgotten.
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The Epstein Files Transparency Act is a law, passed by Congress on November 19 with an overwhelming vote. Complying with it was not optional. The Department of Justice did not comply.
I want to make sure this is very clear.
I want to make sure this is very clear.
January 4, 2026 at 6:18 PM
The Epstein Files Transparency Act is a law, passed by Congress on November 19 with an overwhelming vote. Complying with it was not optional. The Department of Justice did not comply.
I want to make sure this is very clear.
I want to make sure this is very clear.
The Second Coming
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
(Cont)
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
(Cont)
January 4, 2026 at 1:22 AM
The Second Coming
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
(Cont)
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
(Cont)
Bend in the Road
This earthen path
Of silver
That bends and rises
This luminous path
path with heart
Goes on
Without you…
[last post]
This earthen path
Of silver
That bends and rises
This luminous path
path with heart
Goes on
Without you…
[last post]
December 31, 2025 at 1:05 AM
Bend in the Road
This earthen path
Of silver
That bends and rises
This luminous path
path with heart
Goes on
Without you…
[last post]
This earthen path
Of silver
That bends and rises
This luminous path
path with heart
Goes on
Without you…
[last post]
Autumn curves into Winter.
The days get longer
The nights get colder
And you get farther away.
Memories fading
Like frost in the morning sun
Like shadows in the new moon
And you get farther away.
Time is the dance of the sun and the moon.
Each counting differently.
And you get farther away.
The days get longer
The nights get colder
And you get farther away.
Memories fading
Like frost in the morning sun
Like shadows in the new moon
And you get farther away.
Time is the dance of the sun and the moon.
Each counting differently.
And you get farther away.
December 24, 2025 at 12:49 AM
Autumn curves into Winter.
The days get longer
The nights get colder
And you get farther away.
Memories fading
Like frost in the morning sun
Like shadows in the new moon
And you get farther away.
Time is the dance of the sun and the moon.
Each counting differently.
And you get farther away.
The days get longer
The nights get colder
And you get farther away.
Memories fading
Like frost in the morning sun
Like shadows in the new moon
And you get farther away.
Time is the dance of the sun and the moon.
Each counting differently.
And you get farther away.
At the still point
…Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
T.S. Eliot
{Thoughts on Solstice}
…Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
T.S. Eliot
{Thoughts on Solstice}
December 22, 2025 at 12:48 AM
At the still point
…Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
T.S. Eliot
{Thoughts on Solstice}
…Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
T.S. Eliot
{Thoughts on Solstice}
On your knees
In the woods
Is the best place
To hear the snow
Whisper
As it falls
Through the branches
In the woods
Is the best place
To hear the snow
Whisper
As it falls
Through the branches
December 20, 2025 at 2:05 AM
On your knees
In the woods
Is the best place
To hear the snow
Whisper
As it falls
Through the branches
In the woods
Is the best place
To hear the snow
Whisper
As it falls
Through the branches
Snow in the poplars
December 15, 2025 at 12:49 AM
Snow in the poplars
Sometimes the veil helps to see more… and differently.
December 11, 2025 at 1:30 AM
Sometimes the veil helps to see more… and differently.
Murmuration on a cold winter’s evening. Blackbird fly…
December 10, 2025 at 12:15 AM
Murmuration on a cold winter’s evening. Blackbird fly…
San Miguel Chapel is known in Santa Fe simply as “The Oldest Church”, and it is referenced in Wikipedia as the oldest church in the continental United States.
Oral history holds that San Miguel Chapel was built around 1610. It has been rebuilt and restored several times over the past 400 years.
Oral history holds that San Miguel Chapel was built around 1610. It has been rebuilt and restored several times over the past 400 years.
November 30, 2025 at 12:18 AM
San Miguel Chapel is known in Santa Fe simply as “The Oldest Church”, and it is referenced in Wikipedia as the oldest church in the continental United States.
Oral history holds that San Miguel Chapel was built around 1610. It has been rebuilt and restored several times over the past 400 years.
Oral history holds that San Miguel Chapel was built around 1610. It has been rebuilt and restored several times over the past 400 years.
Always
The sky is splitting
the trees are bare
The air is dense with certainty
The moon is rising,
waxing hidden
Pulling at the seas
Steely gray clouds
Rolling in early darkness
Closing like stage curtains
A fate that was
Just beyond our vision
Now fading in the rain.
The sky is splitting
the trees are bare
The air is dense with certainty
The moon is rising,
waxing hidden
Pulling at the seas
Steely gray clouds
Rolling in early darkness
Closing like stage curtains
A fate that was
Just beyond our vision
Now fading in the rain.
November 28, 2025 at 5:46 PM
Always
The sky is splitting
the trees are bare
The air is dense with certainty
The moon is rising,
waxing hidden
Pulling at the seas
Steely gray clouds
Rolling in early darkness
Closing like stage curtains
A fate that was
Just beyond our vision
Now fading in the rain.
The sky is splitting
the trees are bare
The air is dense with certainty
The moon is rising,
waxing hidden
Pulling at the seas
Steely gray clouds
Rolling in early darkness
Closing like stage curtains
A fate that was
Just beyond our vision
Now fading in the rain.
An empty red wing blackbird nest
In top curve of a maple tree
The last leaves of the seasons past hang on
Like dreams and memories
Not able to be released…
Nor held onto
Always and never to be
In top curve of a maple tree
The last leaves of the seasons past hang on
Like dreams and memories
Not able to be released…
Nor held onto
Always and never to be
November 24, 2025 at 10:28 PM
An empty red wing blackbird nest
In top curve of a maple tree
The last leaves of the seasons past hang on
Like dreams and memories
Not able to be released…
Nor held onto
Always and never to be
In top curve of a maple tree
The last leaves of the seasons past hang on
Like dreams and memories
Not able to be released…
Nor held onto
Always and never to be
Paper Thin
Paper like birch
Shedding the time rolled up
Inside of itself
Sits without notice
In light that circles
Endlessly
Paper like birch
Shedding the time rolled up
Inside of itself
Sits without notice
In light that circles
Endlessly
November 14, 2025 at 1:03 AM
Paper Thin
Paper like birch
Shedding the time rolled up
Inside of itself
Sits without notice
In light that circles
Endlessly
Paper like birch
Shedding the time rolled up
Inside of itself
Sits without notice
In light that circles
Endlessly
In the Next Life
When the flowers are done
And the grasses’ve gone to seed
The leaves have fallen
Or been shaken from their trees
When the wind is cold
And the owls ask
When the light fades
Without twilight
It is time to let go
Of the comfort
Of summer
As the fading colors
Drain into the cold earth
When the flowers are done
And the grasses’ve gone to seed
The leaves have fallen
Or been shaken from their trees
When the wind is cold
And the owls ask
When the light fades
Without twilight
It is time to let go
Of the comfort
Of summer
As the fading colors
Drain into the cold earth
November 9, 2025 at 12:52 AM
In the Next Life
When the flowers are done
And the grasses’ve gone to seed
The leaves have fallen
Or been shaken from their trees
When the wind is cold
And the owls ask
When the light fades
Without twilight
It is time to let go
Of the comfort
Of summer
As the fading colors
Drain into the cold earth
When the flowers are done
And the grasses’ve gone to seed
The leaves have fallen
Or been shaken from their trees
When the wind is cold
And the owls ask
When the light fades
Without twilight
It is time to let go
Of the comfort
Of summer
As the fading colors
Drain into the cold earth
Chicory in the rain… at the end of its day.
November 2, 2025 at 3:31 AM
Chicory in the rain… at the end of its day.
How did it get so late so soon?
Dr. Seuss
Dr. Seuss
November 1, 2025 at 12:15 AM
How did it get so late so soon?
Dr. Seuss
Dr. Seuss
Red Maple… full raging glory hallelujah…
October 31, 2025 at 1:33 AM
Red Maple… full raging glory hallelujah…
Perspective is an amazing art. Let’s try and keep things in perspective. Let’s be smart, help each other out, and we will get through all of this. In the history of the world, there has never been a storm that lasted. This too, shall pass.
Unknown
Unknown
October 29, 2025 at 11:59 AM
Perspective is an amazing art. Let’s try and keep things in perspective. Let’s be smart, help each other out, and we will get through all of this. In the history of the world, there has never been a storm that lasted. This too, shall pass.
Unknown
Unknown
But people have no idea what time is. They think it’s a line, spinning out from three seconds behind them, then vanishing just as fast into the three seconds of fog just ahead… cont in comments
October 27, 2025 at 1:07 AM
But people have no idea what time is. They think it’s a line, spinning out from three seconds behind them, then vanishing just as fast into the three seconds of fog just ahead… cont in comments
In the end
In the blue light of Winter’s dawn,
Autumn’s leaves cover the stony path.
The way is less obvious , but still clear.
The seasons and the days have not a care for us… and nothing… ever… has to go well.
In the blue light of overcast skies… Winter comes.
The only way out now is through.
In the blue light of Winter’s dawn,
Autumn’s leaves cover the stony path.
The way is less obvious , but still clear.
The seasons and the days have not a care for us… and nothing… ever… has to go well.
In the blue light of overcast skies… Winter comes.
The only way out now is through.
October 26, 2025 at 12:05 AM
In the end
In the blue light of Winter’s dawn,
Autumn’s leaves cover the stony path.
The way is less obvious , but still clear.
The seasons and the days have not a care for us… and nothing… ever… has to go well.
In the blue light of overcast skies… Winter comes.
The only way out now is through.
In the blue light of Winter’s dawn,
Autumn’s leaves cover the stony path.
The way is less obvious , but still clear.
The seasons and the days have not a care for us… and nothing… ever… has to go well.
In the blue light of overcast skies… Winter comes.
The only way out now is through.
When night falls
When night falls
And winter calls
when color drains away.
The blue light
and the long nights
Are respite from the glorious long days.
When night falls
And winter calls
when color drains away.
The blue light
and the long nights
Are respite from the glorious long days.
October 25, 2025 at 12:44 AM
When night falls
When night falls
And winter calls
when color drains away.
The blue light
and the long nights
Are respite from the glorious long days.
When night falls
And winter calls
when color drains away.
The blue light
and the long nights
Are respite from the glorious long days.