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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Thursday, May 14, 2020

Emily said there interposed a fly


from this week in May, 1998  (I was 74)

Emily said there interposed a fly
between her and the light
at a most inappropriate but perfectly ironic time
as if to let anyone who noticed know
the inconsequential accompanies the substantial
and only perception regards a difference
The fly detained by the glassy pane
cares less for the light than the freedom of flight
in the world beyond the bright barrier
awaiting the slightest opening to slip through
as did she to record the passage
foretold before the occurrence
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