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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Saturday, April 15, 2017

I hear we are despised and I know


from this week in April, 2014  (I was 69)

I hear we are despised and I know
we have been despicable
Any defense is indefensible
Fatigue leaves me weaponless
There are so few of us to war against
we must change allegiances to continue
Intrigue is the fuel of war machines
Continue around the revolving door
more than once and it’s a carousel
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