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, October 31, 2018

The way is backward


October 31, 2013  (I was 68)

The way is backward
along a mobius pass
What was walked outward
forward is now the inner path 
I was seen now I see 
I was heard now I listen
what was smell is now aroma
I was touched now I feel 
I had tasted now have taste
no where is the tunnel there to here

When the way is icy
sharpen skates
When the way is hot sand on bare feet
walk at night
When the way is uncertain
sit and breathe
When the way is billowed fog
welcome home
When the way is lit by stars
admire the kingdom
When the way seems overwhelming
be inattentive


HALLOWEEN TRICK OR TREAT? 
johnkallio.com Go to AUDIO page,
Listen to my rendition of
Aquainted With The Night  by Robert Frost 

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