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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Sunday, February 12, 2017

No rain we’ve had in more’n a year


from this week in February 2014  (I was 69)


No rain we’ve had in more’n a year
could be described as threatenin’
We pray for the treat o’ rain
Prayer to the natural forces
is the only prayer to make sense
The results can be mapped and measured
which words worked and which did not
And it’s no use prayin’ for lightning
if it ain’t already stormin’
Calllin’ on lightning under the sun
that’s magical incantation
premature and presumptuous
A call on chaos is dangerous invocation
which we term reckless abandon
No rain we’ve had in more’n a year
has required more’n a welcome mat
and we’d more than welcome more o’ that
Welcome the drizzle the shower the pour
pleased with the streams the sheets and torrents
soak us and drench us and gush us
Send down your buckets pitchforks cats and dogs
Them's gifts not threats
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