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, May 25, 2019

jes sittin’ round home


May 25, 1969  (I was 24)

jes sittin’ round home
         stringin’ some beads
me an’ mah wife
         eatin’ cherries
smokin’ a few weeds

aint got no troubles
         don’t really need none
but give me a life
         of eatin’ cherries
in the noonday sun

I’ve folded my books
         opened my mind
with a musical knife
         and smoky red cherries
that taste real kind

why don’t you join us
         just loosen your grip
breathe on some air
         grab the cherries
and give ‘em the lip
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