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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Wednesday, May 23, 2018

There it is Again


May 23, 1977  (I was 32)

            There it is Again
Parachutists think it as they step from the porch
Deep sea divers hear it crackling in their ears
Race drivers feel it run through the transmission
Dogs bark and cats walk circles around it

It is on you now and you are clearly not bewildered
An unembarrassed shiver and a smile of recognition
Suddenly quieter and more aware
I always watch whenever I can see it

How amusing always to realize there is nothing to do
But let it go release it or pass it on
Noticing my attention you turned to the west
and laid it upon the girl in the golden blouse
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