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, August 25, 2018

Another crusty evening


from this week in August, 2010  (I was 65)

Another crusty evening
old black and white movie of yesterday’s fools
Nothing changes in five hundred years
of yin and yang transactions
promise of future redemption
in exchange for present drunkenness
a ridiculously perfect rational rejection
of the soul sold to the devil myth
Not pleasure now for a future forsaken
but a numb shadow in the night
in exchange for the promise
tomorrow I will be Jesus
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