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, May 3, 2022

We did not say let's not talk about it

 

from this week in May, 2020  (I was 75)

 

We did not say let's not talk about it

but that's what we did

and right out in the open is where we hid

 

We are saved by unconsidered decisions

resolved a lifetime ago

wandering alone at night in falling snow

 

Recognizing the incomprehensible is a skill

You don't know you have a clue

then out of the silent frozen darkness you do

 

Each the curator of a private gallery

a mutual concession

to trust one's individual discretion

 

I've ever had a need for solitary visits

choosing pathways to frequent

where I can come to a kind of agreement

 

Togetherness is a recognition of separation

both disclaimer and claim

that fact of difference makes us the same

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