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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Sunday, December 9, 2018

Revenge is impotent following genuine tragedy


December 9, 2006  (I was 62)

Revenge is impotent following genuine tragedy
Moral devastation affects perpetrator and victim
The degradation debases all
Humanity is absent
Aggrandized thoughts of what we were vanish
like smoke constricted in the reality of cold air
Truth dissipates in the perfect distribution of chaos
Narrow focus explodes to widest angle
planets lost in galaxies lost as well
Mere justice and retribution seem
a preoccupation of  an insignificant number
in the population of one minor specie
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