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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Friday, August 31, 2018

Reclining Lady of Six-Eighty (6)


August 31

   Reclining Lady of Six-Eighty  (6)*
In the time of the old nations
people knew the pantheistic landscape
The beings of hills and stream were seen
the scope of each domain was understood

The movement of the day and year played
against the patience of oak or rock
and the great beings issued powers
that moved the sky and earth

The obvious was not to be ignored
Phenomenal relationships were perceived
The truest were as direct as cold breath
blown by North Wind through the canyon

Now folklore is impractical and vague
We see more subtle seismic implications
when she awakens to stir in her bed
and runs her fingers through her hair

*From a series written from 1998-2001 (I was 53-56)

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