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, January 18, 2021

A twitch a tremble a tremor

 

from this week in January 2011  (I was 66)

 

A twitch a tremble a tremor

We hold on to one another in fear

The result is a chain reaction

worry anxiety protective paranoia

We have no charms

no amulets no taliman no mojo

The beads have dissolved in tears

It is not fate destiny or karma

earth moves and we are of the earth

It jiggles it shakes it shudders

Everything settles into a low spot

The effects cannot assume a cause

Purpose is a cosmic conception

black hole or anti-matter

beyond my walnut mind

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