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, September 12, 2019

the king


September 12, 2007  (I was 62)

                the king
It wasn’t like keys to the kingdom
It wasn’t owning Disneyland
more like a lifetime pass to one of the lands
admittance to a generational denomination
in the vast league of the arts
finding a representational voice of self
before the self had found its voice
finding a groove in the surface of time
that spiraled toward a positive future
and the first signpost on the vinyl road said
“Don’t be cruel to a heart that’s true”
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