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, December 18, 2018

The text in my mind this morning


December 18,2003  (I was 59)

The text in my mind this morning
was full of the assonance of O
I try to remember the words now
once occasion oppression overbearing
I don’t know now
but it had to do with us recognizing
the hour of America was over
We’ve immolated our witches
owned our slaves
bombed the biggest bombs
bombed cities bombed jungles
bombed deserts bombed mountains
of bombs drones of bombs
The world does not trust us
because we are not trustworthy
Our biggest citizens are corporations
Our little citizens are obsolete
Our biggest business is fighting fear
We make sure there is enough
to keep the economy going
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