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, August 1, 2020

Cathedral Image

from this week in August, 1996  (I was 51)

 

         Cathedral Image

From under frond covered palapa

cloud covered afternoon in Cuernavaca

shades the view of cathedral hill

and the gardens of Posada Xochiquetzal 

 

Cricket clicks on incoming mist

in the midst of midsummer rifts

rippling soft from fumbling fountain

where stone frogs spit bubbling foam

 

The trill of droplets off the curving dome

begins to drill and file upon roof tile

then streams to wash bloody pyramids and licks

the wounds of the ancient conquering crucifix

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