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, November 4, 2021

I was already post-occupied

 

from this week in October, 2012  (I was 67) 

 

I was already post-occupied

with thoughts of endings and changes

discontinued attachments to free up time

and to expand opportunities into realms

perhaps requiring energy resources

beyond the purview of my vision

 

Across the arched roof-line window

a streaming shooting star spanned its length

I rose to see nothing more

nor to hear distant thunder

I scanned the empty room of the empty house

smiled to feel that passing light

clear away one more illusion.

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