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, April 14, 2017

Awake in a muddled morass of fog thought


April 14, 2014  (I was 69)

Awake in a muddled morass of fog thought
want to paper it all in precious language
and finding logically more fog than thought
I turn instead to Heather McHugh who
(as Seuss would know) can orderly spew
fulminate might be her word
or one confetto used to pepper the absurd
She’s one of those people who make it okay
that our skill is still one lifetime away
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