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, February 6, 2019

Skipping Rope


February 6, 1970   (I was 25)

            Skipping Rope
…one and two and three and four
Teddy, Bobby, Jack and me
went to town in dungarees

Bob said he said, “I said Jack”
and Teddy fell and hurt his back

Jack I saw seesaw and sob
and I the job and we saw Bob

A wave from the train far down the track
and Teddy fell and hurt his back

Teddy, Bobby, Jack and me
went to town in dungarees
one, two, three, four…
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