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, August 10, 2021

coqui frog

 

August 10, 2009  (I was 64)

 

coqui frog

small vague

new plague

I hear soon as I here

so near here I hear

coqui it’s me

coqui it’s me

 

coqui frog creak

on a bed that squeak

she play piccolo

contrapuntal

zing to cricket ring

almost pipes

melancholy baby

 

from mountain vog

he coqui frog

seeks dialog

choose me

whistles he coqui

he coqui availability

 

coqui be still

folk out at night

with net and light

if found we will

end your sound

and our ennui

coqui ennui

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