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, October 31, 2020

The way is backward

 

October 31, 2013  (I was 68)

 

The way is backward

along a mobius pass

What was walked outward

forward is now the inner path 

I was seen now I see 

I was heard now I listen

what was smell is now aroma

I was touched now I feel 

I had tasted now have taste

no where is the tunnel there to here

 

When the way is icy

sharpen skates

When the way is hot sand on bare feet

walk at night

When the way is uncertain

sit and breathe

When the way is billowed fog

welcome home

When the way is lit by stars

admire the kingdom

When the way seems overwhelming

be inattentive

 

HALLOWEEN TREAT!  johnkallio.com

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Aquainted With The Night  by Robert Frost 

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