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, March 23, 2019

Do you suppose


March 23, 1971  (I was 26)

Do you suppose
everyone prowls around like this-
clandestine chemist
discovering ingredients at every encounter
Each time testing circumstance
with a taste or a swallow
and a lot of waiting eagerly
for the metamorphosis to follow

And do you suppose
we all worship within-
kneeling in our sepulchers
to the one true god of self
and chewing our nails the while
with a taste or a swallow
and a lot of waiting eagerly
for some real Messiah to follow
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