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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Sunday, October 31, 2021

Only the ghosts of pumpkins past

 

October 31, 2012  (I was 67)

 

Only the ghosts of pumpkins past

embellish the old house now

Edgar Allan Crow at my window

beckons me to notice no water in the fountain

Spirits of a spook house in the garage

no longer leave their cardboard boxes

The thought of them residing there

in the dark of those casual crypts

unreleased for yet another year

pent up agonies of faceless masks

conjures a colder hollow fear

than those lit up hallowed eves ago

at my chamber door to ask for candy

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