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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Monday, April 9, 2018

That man said to that youth


April 9, 2016  (I was 71)

That man said to that youth
Do not run into that wall
do not attempt to scale it
            Asked that youth Whose bones are those
Said that man Bones of other youth
            Builders in the village must know how
The wall was there long before the village
            Did you never try
Once taught me not how but to question why
Youth went one way that man another
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