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, October 26, 2021

anchored

 

October 26, 2006  (I was 61)

 

         anchored

I’m a landlubber  I like the beach

but live off and on the land  If I had to

I’d live on a mountain trade the sand

take a stand for relative stability

I just can’t think with stomach churning

can’t be learning while heaving in the drink

Maybe I could adopt a seafaring philosophy

The sense of adventure is certainly admirable

but could I physically overcome the sway

of waves that destroy equilibrium

Beyond the visceral digestive distraction

within the visual disoriented distortion

the cochleate enigma so near the sound

seeks a foothold on the ground

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