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, October 4, 2020

Jr. High Lunch

 

from this week in October, 1999  (I was 54)

 

Jr. High Lunch

Burden of education on their backs

they carry packs

One size fits all

got to be ingenious if you’re small

Discomfort is the essence of adolescence

Munch brief lunch standing up

Lines that linger in hot sun are longer in rain

Crowded into dry corners

they occupy their precious time

crowing loudly to define

who they are in semi-confident belief

life is as it should be

Knowledge born from minor grief

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