This year I want to move forward by examining the past a bit. I want to post daily, and include a poem or journal entry from each day in years past. After indexing 33 journals, notebooks and sketchbooks spanning the last 28 years, I found only one New Year's Day entry, which was in the journal I had written for/about Shawn in 2010. It's really too pathetic to even post. Instead, I am going to post a poem from a sketchbook from 2010 which is undated.
They turned their faces
from the sun
Wondering
just how far they'd run
In their attempt
to escape that day
In their attmpt
to runaway
But some things you can't leave behind
Unless you can outrun your mind
These memories you'd gag and bind
Torture and abandon
Where no one can find
Just to have one sunny day
Where you could laugh
and run
and play
Instead of work
to keep thoughts away
Those ghosts
of an unhappy yesterday
Which stink of death
and love's decay
They turned their faces
from the sun
And wondered
how much further
they had to run
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