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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Saturday, April 10, 2021

I’ve been called out looking

 

April 10, 2014  (I was 69)

 

I’ve been called out looking

I’ve gone down swinging

Almost got a hit but it was a foul tip

caught for strike three

I contested a checked swing

They said I went around

I was drilled in the chest

ruled a glance off the bat

I squared to bunt but stepped on the plate

Took ball four with one foot out of the box

Still my anger could be abated

if those umps and I weren’t related

So without ever getting on

I was thrown out at home

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