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, February 15, 2018

I have a collection of dirty rubber bands


February 15, 2013  (I was 68)

I have a collection of dirty rubber bands
thick pink ones with greasy black smears
from stretching around the inky truth
of the papers tossed in my driveway
Everyday I strip them off the tri-fold
and toss them in a basket without trying
to read their adherent inscriptions
Even so they stain my fingers
and can only be reused to bind items
where a little grime does not matter
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