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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Friday, January 8, 2021

We are grown children

 

January 8, 2012  (I was 67)

 

We are grown children

attentively inattentive to our parents

as our children attend to us

We want the care for our family

despite the family’s care of us

 

We are the grown children

cynical skeptics of our children’s dreams

doubting now we would ever dare

dream the perfect worlds we saw when

our parents dared their incredulous sarcasm

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