Posted in Before the Rain


An old joke –
three New Zealanders stranded on a desert island.
First course of action –
form a committee of three.
Second course of action –
nominate a chairman.
Third course of action –
form two subcommittees of two

At university
in my major department
committees – everywhere!!!.
Safety committee,
staff student committee,
academic committee,
research committee,
social committee,
try to get anything done. Frustration.

We met monthly,
scientists and technicians,
to plan and discuss.
After several months
I’m asked to be chairman. Affirmation.



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.