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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Thursday, September 16, 2021

If you mention what it is

 

September 16, 2008  (I was 63)

 

If you mention what it is

it isn’t anymore

It begins in premonition

playing on the floor

 

Light and shadow from a window

cast from leaf and curtain lace

projects a shaded glow of age

across a youthful face

 

Eventually it sees the sound

and sound reflects the light

If you don’t say what it is

you hear a lovely sight

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