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 15, 2018

Life ran away from me


From this week in 2017  (I was 72)

Life ran away from me
can’t honestly say
I tried to keep up
couldn’t do what it asked
to get what I wanted
not even sure what that was
I never got that good a look
I’ve been out distanced
It’s not that I did nothing
but I didn’t do something
someone would know about
The generosity of the poor
generally goes unnoticed
even by the recipient 
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