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, July 10, 2018

Rough Riders


July 10, 2006  (I was 61)

     Rough Riders
They were oh so stoic
and acknowledged no pain
When shot numerous times
instead begged pardon
for causing inconvenience
Or openly walking the front lines
spun dead from a bullet to the mouth
while professing invincibility
confirming a manhood
first won killing bloodthirsty Apaches
deranging criminals as Texas Rangers
ridding the plains of buffalo
quarterbacking Yale
crewing with Columbia
or serving as assistant secretary of the navy
They fought alongside and proudly
with warrior survivors they called native Americans
and blacks who could follow but could not lead
and ore prospectors with no prospects
for any adventure better than this one
now that domestic adventure
had been fenced into reservations
Government banned the vigilante at home
but eagerly employed the mercenary abroad

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