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, June 1, 2019

his chanting


June 1, 2002  (I was 57)

         his chanting
Reverberating alternating current
between his upper and lower teeth
sending vibrations through the Eustachian
to rattle the tympanum
and set a tingle within the inner ear
And again a reflexive breath of aspirated relief
Now abbreviating the vowel
and briefly humming the consonant
he would forcefully sound through the nose
then draw a quick inspiration and sneeze
also directed through the nostrils
Then another aspiration of repose
From this stage of progression
the soundings took varied direction
soft and hardly audible
or melodious after a fashion
voluminous as was his inclination
to conclude when the end presented itself
Jesus would chant aum in a small room
or in a cave; never in the open
unless he was off unattended
In the presence of others he chanted
only to provide example of his practice
He did not profess a doctrine
present a parable
nor teach a lesson

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