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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Monday, April 8, 2019

Youth brings Grandma


April 8, 2011  (I was 66)

Youth brings Grandma
    a fresh ripe peach
from her tree as a present
    for himself he picked two

Grandma grants youth
    an indulgence
knowing he has given
    all that he can give

The fresh ripe peach that Grandma
    eats reminds her of the fresh
ripe peach she
    has already eaten
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