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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Monday, November 18, 2019

Kilkare Woods Cabin


November 18, 2007  (I was 63)        

         Kilkare Woods Cabin
Because we were young
we could live in a rented split log cabin
that leaked heat and sometimes sewage
from the jury-rigged joints of plastic pipe
strapped under the house in a decline
to settle underground into septic tank
I’d reattach them and rake out the muck

Up a no-exit winding road into the woods
it most often seemed an adventure
in Sleepy Hollow or Sherwood Forest
an affordable daily vacation
a rural retreat for the kids and cats
too secluded for poverty
too exclusive for the rich
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