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, August 11, 2016

All our palaces disappeared with our Alices


from this week in August, 2012  (I was 67)

All our palaces disappeared with our Alices
down some rabbit hole portal
Graced the small town with charm and renown
adding the Im to mortal
Nobody lived at the castles
but we visited to feel more alive
Spines cheer a chandelier
Minds work with miners in a mural
Pilgrimage of sculpted saints stationed on the wall
Ritual danced across a polished wood floor
perfume enhanced each chamber’s décor
An aisle of incensed books we genuflected to discover
faded through that passage with our adventurous lover
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