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, July 20, 2019

Pele ripples sky with her grey breath


July 20, 2008  (I was 63)

Pele ripples sky with her grey breath
shakes the wings of those flying in
to ask if we really want to land here

She knows we have nowhere else to go
and allows us to breeze in
kissing our feet as we touch down

to say she was only teasing
Aloha up close the breath of life
sulfuric acidic and most pleasing
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