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, August 27, 2016

Reclining Lady of Six-Eighty (2)


August 27 

   Reclining Lady of Six-Eighty  (2)*
The fabric of the canopy overhead
and lie of bed clothes around her
varies with the morning weather
and colored light dawning over her knees

I have turned to look upon her hidden
under a silvered veil of sheet
forehead, shoulder, knees in silhouette
slumbering in fog of sleep

And I moved that morning in sleepy fog
about my business with underlying hint
of familiar form beneath subliminal cloud
and rounded edges of reality

The perfunctory memory of the hand
working routine daily tasks
frees the mind to drift in search
of a familiar naked form

*From a series written from 1998-2001 (I was 53-56)

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