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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Wednesday, November 13, 2019

global Illiteracy


November 13, 2007.  (I was 63)

       global Illiteracy
I’ve never read your country
nor found it on a map
never seen a travel video
don’t know what religion restricts you
what politics suppress you
what customs you inhabit
or foods you will not eat
what resources you hoard
nor the weapons you have built
the prisoners you keep or kill
for the currency you coin
the neighbors you cannot trust
and all the others whom you fear
what artistry is attempted
ideas sanctioned to discuss
If I knew this about your nation
I could tell you were like us
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