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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Sunday, December 17, 2017

A tree branch irritates the roof


December 17, 2008  (I was 64)

A tree branch irritates the roof
Say it’s the wind
say it’s the cold
causes the sweep and creak
the welt and scar in the dark
Perforations of constellations
outline myths in the night
Beneath the western moon
radiates Jupiter’s throne
to sparkle the eye of Venus
It is the scrape of wind the breath of cold
decides the story to be told
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