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 15, 2022

Life ran away from me

 

From this week in 2017  (I was 72)

 

Life ran away from me

can’t honestly say

I tried to keep up

couldn’t do what it asked

to get what I wanted

not even sure what that was

I never got a good look

I’ve been out distanced

It’s not that I did nothing

but I didn’t do something

someone would know about

The generosity of the poor

generally goes unnoticed

even by the recipient of the gift

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