Daily poetry and journal entries from the past 50 years, each from this same date.
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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Tuesday, June 30, 2020
Where are the stories of animals
Monday, June 29, 2020
What in this life are you preparing to do elsewhere
Sunday, June 28, 2020
Wild Wing –Avocet
Saturday, June 27, 2020
Marsh Harbour
Friday, June 26, 2020
loose ends
Thursday, June 25, 2020
In the heat and light the bright seek shade
Wednesday, June 24, 2020
Listen to the emanations from your empty shell
emanating from your empty shell