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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Thursday, January 25, 2018

I used to say when I didn’t know it was true


January 25, 2004  (I was 59)

I used to say when I didn’t know it was true
Parents don’t own their children
they are merely allowed to watch over them awhile
I based the assumption upon my perceptions as a child
demanding freedom without responsibility
Freedom will make its own demands upon youth
Responsibility is the gift of parenthood
Childless adults must work to attain it
I have seen them overbearing at work in civic groups
and with their surrogate pets
Some had children now gone from their lives
grown and matured into separateness
or divided by a wider disconnection
Some pathways to our gods do not cross
Some coldness requires particular insulation
individuality periods of exclusion
Life that ironic playwright casts players in multiple roles
to be played with conviction from opposing points of view
sometimes simultaneously
If one wishes to criticize the script accusations abound
If guilt is demanded there is enough both coming and going
If comprehension is to be found
it is not because it is sitting there out in the open

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