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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Tuesday, December 5, 2017

A spiritual misdemeanor


December 5, 2012  (I was 68)

A spiritual misdemeanor
breaking budding branches
from the lilac bush
to be fashioned into pliable struts
upon which to stretch a newspaper kite
Tail of bloom tied to strip of torn t-shirt
then tethered to three hundred feet of string
flown in the first warm breath of spring
blown to the blue heaven above
its lavender flowers dancing below
censing all the space between
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