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, August 1, 2018

Cathedral Image


from this week in August, 1996  (I was 51)

            Cathedral Image
From under frond covered palapa
cloud covered afternoon in Cuernavaca
shades the view of cathedral hill
and the gardens of Posada Xochiquetzal 

Cricket clicks on incoming mist
in the midst of midsummer rifts
rippling soft from fumbling fountain
where stone frogs spit bubbling foam

The trill of droplets off the curving dome
begins to drill and file upon roof tile
then streams to wash bloody pyramids and licks
the wounds of the ancient conquering crucifix
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