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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Thursday, January 28, 2021

As the train reached town

 

from this week in January, 2013  (I was 68)

 

As the train reached town

the intermittent roar of it’s horn

over the growl of its engine

transmitted an impression of

the MGM lion announcing the arrival

of the main attraction  The engineer

created the effect from memory

He announced it to assure attentive audience

before his flashing leaps

bounded past foggy crossings

into the wooded canyon

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