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, August 6, 2021

And this night at the crater was like that

 

August 6, 2014  (I was 69)

 

And this night at the crater was like that

The smoke and clouds obscured the sky

above the bursting embers of Earth

To prove brilliant sparks are not exclusive

another in the dark near me said

“If we could only see the stars above as well”

I recall my progression of thought last night

and note how instinctively we look for a way

to put perception into a proper perspective

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