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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Monday, January 15, 2018

out from the cave and echo of ritual


January 15, 2009  (I was 64)

out from the cave and echo of ritual
fire made shadows leapt
bone beat wood made song
one string whined
bug bit through smoke
rock scraped animal shape
night song sung long
deep warm sound sleep
hunger dream hog hunt
sun spark cracked dark
let out light lit up rock
wind blew black smells clean
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