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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Tuesday, March 20, 2018

Held upright on its stand the saxophone


March 20,2000  (I was 55)

Held upright on its stand the saxophone
could be a lavish pipe fitting
awaiting installation
under the sink of someone rich
melodious golden plumbing
to be played by breath of water
in cold staccato spurts
or a warm flow of languid notes
that everyone knows
comes straight from the eternal river
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