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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Saturday, May 14, 2022

Emily said there interposed a fly

 

from this week in May, 1998  (I was 74)

 

Emily said there interposed a fly

between her and the light

at a most inappropriate but perfectly ironic time

as if to let anyone who noticed know

the inconsequential accompanies the substantial

and only perception regards a difference

The fly detained by the glassy pane

cares less for the light than the freedom of flight

in the world beyond the bright barrier

awaiting the slightest opening to slip through

as did she to record the passage

foretold before the occurrence

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