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, November 16, 2019

Robert F.


November 16, 2007  (I was 62)

Robert F.
It occurred to me to try to write
something playing off indifference
and desire.  As soon as the thought
formulated, there was “Fire and Ice.”
Never mind on that one! It’s a poem
easily tossed into jr. high anthologies
but brilliant anywhere you encounter it
and for as long as you encounter it-
precise bit of surgery, and I thought
Frost was a pitcher.
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