Posted in Before the Rain


Upbringing was catholic. And Catholic –
two parents. One bed. Zero deviation
adultery an evil,
divorce infinitely more sinful than murder.
Divorce. I didn’t know anyone who was until aged 19….
didn’t know about two homes
about split holidays
about division.
Division of property, assets and friends.
Especially friends – whose side are you on?

It was the opposite to divorce. And precisely the same.
A forced amalgamation, of two workplaces
each a mirror of their leader
each expecting to be paramount.

1) Competent, meticulous and unworldly.
2) Utilitarian, empirical and wily.

No contest.
Streetwise seizes power. Carnivorously.

I am assigned an office in the carcass
three years dead
when I walk down the corridor – whose side are you on?



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.