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, August 10, 2019

coqui frog


August 10, 2009  (I was 64)

coqui frog
small vague
new plague
I hear soon as I here
so near here I hear
coqui it’s me
coqui it’s me

coqui frog creak
on a bed that squeak
she play piccolo
contrapuntal
zing to cricket ring
almost pipes
melancholy baby

from mountain vog
he coqui frog
seeks dialog
choose me
whistles he coqui
he coqui availability

coqui be still
folk out at night
with net and light
if found we will
end your sound
and our ennui
coqui ennui

Begun on this date, the theme continued
summer of 2011…& since
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