I don’t write in a journal everyday, but I have accumulated many entries over the past 50+ years beginning in 1966. Some items evolved into longer works. Among the leftovers little pieces survived. I thought a collection of these with a piece culled from the same date in a past year would make an interesting yearbook. The consistencies and inconsistencies of mind, skipping back and forth across time, provide varied perspectives. It is difficult to remember the context of the past we’ve lived; we also make suppositions about times that predate ourselves.

The few alterations from original drafts were to improve clarity. The worst of my work is not included. There remains enough mediocrity and immaturity to make me feel humble and you feel smart. There are also moments of accidental insight and incidental humor.

Author Stephen Crane referred to his little pieces as pills…apparently they were small and somewhat hard to swallow, but good for you.


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Saturday, June 25, 2016

In the heat and light the bright seek shade


June 25, 2015  (I was 70)

In the heat and light the bright seek shade
One thousand words can replace a picture
It was tough going when the tough got up and left
It got the grease and was never heard mousing around again
There is only a little bravery in indescretion
This man’s trove is that man’s rubbish
There was over-salted soup in a kitchen full of cooks
Next to God everything is clean
It wasn’t gold but it was gAUdy
We knew how big they were by the sound of their collapse
We knew what to do in Rome but not in Constantinople
It was the best laugh I ever had but it had to wait

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