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 18, 2021

Kilkare Woods Cabin

 

November 18, 2007  (I was 63)        

 

         Kilkare Woods Cabin

Because we were young

we could live in a rented split log cabin

that leaked heat and sometimes sewage

from the jury-rigged joints of plastic pipe

strapped under the house in a decline

to settle underground into the septic tank

I’d reattach them and rake out the muck

 

Up a no-exit winding road into the woods

it most often seemed an adventure

in Sleepy Hollow or Sherwood Forest

an affordable daily vacation

a rural retreat for the kids and cats

too secluded for poverty

too exclusive for the rich

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