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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Monday, November 16, 2020

If it was a test

 

from this week in November, 2010  (I was 66)

 

If it was a test

I tried to do my best

just like all the rest

but if I had to guess of it

I’d say I made a mess of it

 

I always saw the jest

that gave tears their zest

When the bird left the nest

I took flight and headed west with it

where I guess I made a mess of it

 

Indistinct dreams are lost

when the pair of dice is tossed

Got symbols and signals crossed

and slogged through the cess of it

after I made a mess of it

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