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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Monday, May 24, 2021

it all happens on the hippo campus

 

May 24, 2012  (I was 67)

 

it all happens on the hippo campus

where the walnut man lives

He is not a tough nut to crack

has a list to survive in the wild west

seems drawn or easily slips cross campus

for another journey to the east

toward the light so as to chase it west again

a swirling sort of Asian balance

that leaves him feeling like Rod Serling

back on the Hippo Campus where in

a bicameral shell the walnut man lives

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