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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Friday, December 16, 2016

A Throw


December 16, 1975  (I was 30)

         A Throw
Perceiving the impending fall,
the equestrian rises out of the saddle
clearing the mount, and extends
body lines along the lines of force.

Upon impact, the faller
absorbs the energy
rolling a line as long as possible
converting vertical motion to horizontal.

Whereupon assessing bodily damage
and usually finding none permanent,
the pedestrian retrieves his mount
and ignores tomorrow’s papers.

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