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, December 19, 2018

unsound expectation


from this week in 2005

            unsound expectation
I had expected the sounds from all below
to settle into the comfortable hum
within the sonic universality of aum
I’ve been accustomed to this perception
in the heightened awareness stimulated
by focused intent on the physical climb
But yesterday there was an unfamiliar whine
above the drone and apart from it
It was less plaintive than the squeals
of freeway semis shriller than train wheels
fighting against the curving rails
a sound distinct from historic wails
of horror beyond humanity
that humanity so often creates
I know this subtlety relates
as all sounds from the common source
I just did not expect it in this state
I underestimated us of course

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