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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Monday, July 18, 2016

…from the continuing Ballad of Johnny Mesabi


…from the continuing
Ballad of Johnny Mesabi*

Johnny Mesabi child of ice
If he liked it once he did it twice
Knew if he exhaled he’d soon be old
Johnny Mesabi sucked in the cold

In the winter ya paid and paid hard
For summer escapes out of the yard
Deep in his head he always knew
Jumpin’ the fence’s the only thing to do

Blue lake pinewoods skate around the rink
Hollywood premier stars in mink
Back to the ore dump for a keg of beer
And on to Berkeley to tap a mystic seer

*a series from journals 2001-2005

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