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, December 15, 2018

It’s in the woods and it will find you


December 15, 2014  (I was 70)

It’s in the woods and it will find you
if you sit beneath the trees and watch
or just close your eyes and listen
birds will call you there
It’s in the woods somewhere behind you
woodpecker knocks another notch
Close your eyes again Intuition
let’s you know it’s there
Sit in the present tense content
the moment does not pass
It’s us not time that’s spent
in the tree and on the grass
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