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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Friday, February 22, 2019

The sights are so easily lost


February 22, 2009  (I was 64)

The sights are so easily lost
the eternity of the universe
disappears in the details of days
less than a week in the man-made world
diminishes the being of world-made man
            walk in the dirt and on leaves under trees
            breathe in wind blown miles to your lungs
            acknowledge the calls of birds
  position the web of the spider
  between the eye and the sky
The sight of then and that of when
transports thou out of now
the this of this to the wish of that
reading the log or plotting a course
when you could be navigating
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