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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Thursday, July 25, 2019

I can’t move this stone


from this week in July 2010 (I was 65)
        
I can’t move this stone
at least not alone
Will you help me?
I can’t carry ‘nuf water
to make the teeter totter
Will you help me?
         If you help me
         I might help you    
         if you’ve got something
         interesting to do
I can’t get this fire
to burn any higher
Will you help me?
I can’t make the air
build a golden stair
Will you help me?
         If you help me
         I might help you    
         if you’ve got something
         interesting to do
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