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She held up the matinee jacket
“what do you think…..?”
Smartarse -ness felt an urge: “ the dingoes will love it ”
flippancy deferred, deferred in response to the tone
“I saw it and knew my granddaughter had to have it.”
Pedigree babywear
…… the expensive end of cheap
cheap end of expensive.

Occupying the margins of sociology,
from the bleak suburbs
lifelong renter – property ownership : sky pie
divorced, years ago
marriage, brief and passing
one daughter raised single-handedly, hardscrabble.
A cleaner, with her designer tiny
pushed flat against full-sized bust,
brought to mind Mrs Harris and her dress. “I got it on lay-by,
it only took four pays.”



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.