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, March 29, 2022

Kidhood

 

from this week in 2016  (I was 71)

                 

                  Kidhood

We skated in our socks across a polished floor

We decided what everything were for

We could discover a shieldin a garbage can cover 

Cardboard toboggans raced down grassy hills

Rocks could express many skills

We saved the age of savage kids

reinventing civilization every day

abandoning it each night

when with the bats we took flight

blindly on bikes to improve our sight

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