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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Friday, May 14, 2021

I’ve heard it called many things the moon

 

from this week in May, 2014  (I was 69)

 

I’ve heard it called many things the moon

read as many more the moon

a hole in the night a garden stone

something to rhyme with the word alone

It is the pearl and the oyster too

the cloud tossed ship the silver sliver

oval face of the man saying ooh

A button a bead a bun a seed

eye or navel or thumbprint of God

marble cue ball mushroom mothball

halo and horns maiden and magician

slipping in and out of the dark

shadow caster light who defines the night

summoner of owls author of howls

reflection of the lotus meditative bindi

mathematician of the months

Neptune’s conductor

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