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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Tuesday, May 14, 2019

I’ve heard it called many things the moon


from this week in May, 2014  (I was 69)

I’ve heard it called many things the moon
read as many more the moon
a hole in the night a garden stone
something to rhyme with the word alone
It is the pearl and the oyster too
the cloud tossed ship the silver sliver
oval face of the man saying ooh
A button a bead a bun a seed
eye or navel or thumbprint of God
marble cue ball mushroom mothball
halo and horns maiden and magician
slipping in and out of the dark
shadow caster light who defines the night
summoner of owls author of howls
reflection of the lotus meditative bindi
mathematician of the months
Neptune’s conductor
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