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, December 9, 2019

Remembering the first interior monologues


from this week in 2014  (I was 70)

Remembering the first interior monologues
speaking to myself from another place
where I and the idea separated
to exist apart within me
Not the other beings in other bodies
to be sorted family friend or stranger
but the other me apart from people
the I who watched me from aside
and spoke at first in simple terms
the decider of real and fairy tale
the arbiter of this or that
who suggested which kind with reasons why
who whispered no and shouted yes
The church said it was the soul’s voice
and said its business was right and wrong
I within said They don’t know the half of it
Stick with me                     
  And learn to read
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