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 29, 2018

Kidhood


from this week in 2016  (I was 71)
                       
                   Kidhood
Skating in our socks across a polished floor
we decided what things were for
we could discover a shield
in a garbage can cover
cardboard toboggans raced down grassy hills
rocks could express many skills
We saved the age of savage kids
reinventing civilization every day
abandoning it each night
when with the bats we took flight
blindly on bikes to improve our sight
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