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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Tuesday, May 25, 2021

Children of Keewatin the North Wind

 

from this week in May 2020  (I was 75)

 

Children of Keewatin the North Wind

whose seeds were snowflakes

planted in his winter migration

south from his Arctic realm

 

Keewatin whistled their birth through the pine

whistled their birth out of the mine

blew the blast across town in its roar

to sound the emergence of valuable

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