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, March 22, 2018

Footprints I left out of the woods


March 22, 2008  (I was 63)

Footprints I left out of the woods
have been overgrown for years
those through snow melted long ago
strides in the sand taken by the tides
wore athletic footwear but kept it out of the papers
the halls of academia left a very brief echo
literary footfalls never made a dent
family never much appreciated my tap dancing
whatever I stepped in stayed pretty green
Leaving a minimal footprint is quite fashionable
and I’m the prototype
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