Posted in Unexpected

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Adolescence coincided with the 70’s
loose hair – tight jeans
soft notes of West Coast rock
push aside 60’s guitar gurus.

The Eagles and Fleetwood Mac the new kids in town
less noise, more polish
angst spoken quietly
capturing sales and critics. Win win.

Feminism also reduced volume
the polemic of Germane Greer and Simone de Beauvoir
replaced with the persuasion of Marilyn French
and Boston Women’s Collective.

The new literature read by a callow identity
determined to value and appreciate women
imagination rehearses dialogues of inequality
and meaningful closeness.

Revolution breed in the captivity of academia
is often released to an unready catchment
earnest intensity rebuffed by women barely ex-teenagers
the second sex happy to be both.

Newborn sensitivity carefully explained
the need to render invisible the imbalance of gender
and receives puzzlement and abrupt termination – an auction with no bids.

In a tobacco stained voice she asked what was wrong.
Cynthia, in her late 40’s probably
age blurred by three plus decades of smoking
the question self answered. “Girlfriend problems?”

Time and place parent unlikely friendship
vacation factory work
stations serious youth alongside relentless cheer
three months of constant chatter builds comfortable dialogue.

Disclosure confesses inability to find meaningful other
cigarette voice smoke signals absolution
“when the right one comes along …. you’ll just know
I did with each of my three husbands.”
She had not been widowed.

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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.