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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Saturday, July 28, 2018

Bob Dylan has bad breath


from this week in July, 2017 (I was 72)

Bob Dylan has bad breath
used to be fresh as a new thought
now as stale as any old man in the park 
Quite some time ago he wrote his mother
to say he still brushed his teeth 
Now she’s gone and he may have stopped 
The newspaper on the bench has an ad for dental implants 
Every old item could use an extraction
stuffed with a wad of newsprint to stop the bleeding
before another toothless song mumbles out
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