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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Saturday, September 18, 2021

If you walk by the fountain

 

from this week of September, 2014  (I was 69)

 

If you walk by the fountain

you will be calmed by its waters

If you walk in the desert

the hot sun will set to cool night

If you drift on the feathered breeze

you will light on the dewy grass

 

This is what the flute says

as you listen alone in dim light

Its notes bring the conscious breath

into plain sight the hum of life

From within her creative being

the musician colors the air

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