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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Sunday, April 12, 2020

A look in the glass


April 12, 1980  (I was 35)

A look in the glass
Me again
Less hair than before
Same lines in an older story
Proud forehead with knots in it
Circled eyes that saw too much
without ever looking
Mouth that said both yes and no
too often
Heart that failed
to warm helping others
Those broken locks groomed by wind
cover a pellet mind within gray stone
Perhaps sustained vision can shatter image
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