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, June 5, 2018

My mother was on the Village Council


June 5, 2011  (I was 66)

My mother was on the Village Council
She first ran when I was twelve
I didn’t know she was going to do it
My wife is on the City Council
Been married twenty-five years before she ran
I didn’t know she was going to do it
I know I did not cause it
Forget the psychology of the subconscious
or purposeful co-incidence
It was not my fault
Really
I could never stand to sit
so long in long meetings
my mother to decide where the one
new street light would go
exactly
my wife to study survey consider
cross-town routes with freeway access
and judicial zoning to include affordable housing
but both of them mostly
to confront the guy whose pit bull broke
through the fence again

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