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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Wednesday, December 28, 2016

I don’t belong


from this week of December, 2008  (I was 64)

I don’t belong
on the electronic page
my bio don’t log
I don’t text
tweet blackberry
seeds stick in my teeth
require too much
attention
maintenance
I have clumsy thumb pads
digits not at all
digital
don’t engage e-page don’t
rage rave rag on nor riot
don’t even try it
I have not joined well
not well joined at all
it is hard to stomach
my dismal small talk
my pepto-dismal small talk
If at first you don’t ____
Become anonymous
Been most successful as
Anonymous
Juanannonymous
One suspects one
has dropped somewhat out
doesn’t belong
won’t belong
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