Posted in Unexpected


The applause is over
gown and mortar board returned
the future has become the present. Today.

My immediate superior has an announcement
I was not the best candidate.
Small of statute
large of opinion
he said he believed in speaking his mind.

Some people it seems
do not have the courage to take a risk
or make bold decisions
the out thrust jaw and indignant moustache
a Mount Rushmore testament
to him suffering no such lack.

A pause
then a second proclamation
an opportunity exists
for him to be proved wrong.
I sense it will be difficult.



Most of my life has been spent on the bench, occasionally called into the game by extravagance or attenuation. Waiting has turned a loner into a recorder - nondescript and inconsequential, more not noticed than overlooked - the non-vantage point of children not yet considered old enough to understand. Orphaned Islands (Un)poetry is a lifetime of picking anecdotes up and not throwing them away. Stories collected like odds and ends placed in a box in the basement, the garage, the garden shed - uncertain as to what their use might be but knowing that one day there might be one.