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, April 5, 2017

Between these lines beyond their sound


April 5, 2009  (I was 64)

Between these lines beyond their sound
in the time taken to register meaning
with a breath taken to sustain the effort
lies a whole to be inferred from this part
a measure of the worth of life’s investment
in the singular you as well as me

Could you not as well as this
walk under trees in the light of day
or by twilight absorbed in dimming dark
to interpret shadows and illuminations
as perceptions of the self perceiving realms deeper
I know I could
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