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, April 8, 2021

Youth brings Grandma

 

April 8, 2011  (I was 66)

 

Youth brings Grandma

    a fresh ripe peach

from her tree as a present

    for himself he picked two

 

Grandma grants youth

    an indulgence

knowing he has given

    all that he can give

 

The fresh ripe peach that Grandma

    eats reminds her of the fresh

ripe peach she

    has already eaten

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