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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Thursday, July 28, 2016

…from the continuing Ballad of Johnny Mesabi


…from the continuing
Ballad of Johnny Mesabi*

From a distance he re-listened to the call
Of a high school announcer in the fall
Remembered cheers from many a game
He tried to make them shout his name
                          
Johnny decided to lay down the pen
Put on some athletic shoes again
Play the course walk the trail
Breathe a little wind into the sail

Knockwood dogwood lines southern rough
Gonna needa golf shot to show your stuff
Johnny gonna lay up Johnny gonna go
Slap it in the fairway watch yourself grow

Johnny Mesabi fire at the pins
Use every swing to wipe out sins
Just play the course not fellow players
Work to find the center under the layers

*a series from journals 2001-2005

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