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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Sunday, July 25, 2021

I can’t move this stone

 

from this week in July 2010 (I was 65)

        

I can’t move this stone

at least not alone

Will you help me?

I can’t carry ‘nuf water

to make the teeter totter

Will you help me?

         If you help me

         I might help you    

         if you’ve got something

         interesting to do

I can’t get this fire

to burn any higher

Will you help me?

I can’t make the air

build a golden stair

Will you help me?

         If you help me

         I might help you    

         if you’ve got something

         interesting to do

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