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, September 14, 2021

The wind and rain littered the road

 

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

 

The wind and rain littered the road

twigs and branches limbs and trunks

made impassible a long stretch

pleasurable yesterday through the shade

Need increased each isolated moment

Hard pressed the Department of Hawaii Highways

found something more important to address

Then ten or more men with chainsaws

on either side of the stand sawed

all day while others lugged logs

and twisted timbers into ditches

raked and swept debris and ate the lunches

drank the coffee brought in pick-up trucks

by those with no other means to help

In a disaster we find ourselves proud to be socialists

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