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, October 2, 2018

That man is the wizard of Sunol Canyon


October 2, 1972  (I was 27)

That man is the wizard of Sunol Canyon
He slips the edge of light and dark
One magic chord on the mandolin
one echoing strum
and his motion slows to non-existence
Reality becomes illusion
He looks like a tree

His music is in the leaves
The tale tells a land of stumps
with dragons in the street
and burnt limbs on the ground
His scarlet shadow sweeps the canyon
and he sings Look around look around
These are not the King’s deer Look around
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