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 29, 2018

When what you’ve made has said goodbye


December 29, 2015  (I was 71)

When what you’ve made has said goodbye
be not assured that it is gone
It often returns unfinished it claims
with accusations you could have done more
and expectations that you will
When something you’ve made is actually gone
it rarely says goodbye leaving you
with the finishing touches still in hand
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