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 22, 2019

Yosemite Valley


June 22, 2004  (I was 59)
                          
Yosemite Valley
Entering the valley down highway 120
upon reaching the floor and the Merced River
Dylan sang Forever Young
in both versions from Planet Waves
We stopped at the chapel
Where our small marriage began to grow
twenty-five years ago* 
I left the car windows open
We entered the building
wept smiling         
and reaffirmed a vow
that needed only eye contact and hands squeezed
We found another couple
to take our picture on the chapel steps
where the view of Yosemite Falls
is a natural reminder
of the power and fragility of permanence 

         * it's now been forty years ago today...

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