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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Sunday, November 13, 2022

Those boxes in the garage

 

November 13, 2010  (I was 66)

 

Those boxes in the garage

packed and labeled and stacked

from an other part of life

we never intended to abandon

when we renovated

A pyramid of cardboard stones

where a car should be

a monument instead of a movement

Somethings create their own past

somethings entombed we never meant to bury

 

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