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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Friday, December 17, 2021

A tree branch irritates the roof

 

December 17, 2008  (I was 64)

 

A tree branch irritates the roof

Say it’s the wind

say it’s the cold

causes the sweep and creak

the welt and scar in the dark

Perforations of constellations

outline myths in the night

Beneath the western moon

radiates Jupiter’s throne

to sparkle the eye of Venus

It is the scrape of wind the breath of cold

decides the story to be told

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