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, March 11, 2021

They haven’t yet found reason

 

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

 

They haven’t yet found reason

so I must be under the radar

not under the gun not on the run

out only in day away from night vision

cameras everywhere miss obvious disguise

don’t speak in gatherings only in code

empty languages without rhyme or reason

inane non sequitur is the way to go

words without rank  I am an army

discreet and quiet drones

pollinate the flowers

why wait for spring

the globe is warm

and reason will be unnecessary

unsought and suspicion is enough

so anonymity shall go nameless

still out in the open not in the home

still moments they do not own

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