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, June 30, 2017

When the self-addressed stamped envelope


from this week in 2015  (I was 70)

When the self-addressed stamped envelope
returned marked Rejected
or so stated in curt form letter language
I thought they meant the enclosed manuscript
But I was young and it was so much more
They rejected the very idea that it was worthwhile
for them to take the time to put it in the SASE
distasteful to moisten the glue to seal its fate
But they did it because it was their job
In the end they felt they had the final word
from some anonymous writer even if they had not
I may have learned to repay rejection with rejection
It is an easy thing to learn
At the farmers’ market an unsavory acquaintance
is easily ignored among the selection of peaches
The committee to draft a mission statement
doesn’t miss a missing member
The syllabus should not require dinner at the professor’s house
It is a presumption beyond the scope of course description
Reunions should be as brief and meaningless
as the memories they rekindle

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