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 14, 2016

Love the noun is an abstraction that


from this week of December, 2011  (I was 67)

Love the noun is an abstraction that
can only be indicated by love the verb.
Love, the verb, is better indicated in the less
overt, and sometimes superficial, typical
physical action (hug, kiss, hand over
heart).  More subtle indicators can be
emblematic or, more heavy handed,
symbolic.  It is not the enduring aspects
of love that are difficult to invoke;
it’s the fleeting, ephemeral, unstable
quality, even when it feels eternal.
To relate that is as elusive
as discovering the real thing. 
It should never be quite what you think it is.
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