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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Tuesday, August 6, 2019

And this night at the crater was like that


August 6, 2014  (I was 69)

And this night at the crater was like that
The smoke and clouds obscured the sky
above the bursting embers of Earth
To prove brilliant sparks are not exclusive
another in the dark near me said
“If we could only see the stars above as well”
I recall my progression of thought last night
and note how instinctively we look for a way
to put perception into a proper perspective
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