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Circumstances made indelible his name,
thought about calling him, but never got beyond that –
besides, would he remember,
have the time
be pleased,
or even give a damn?
After reading the obituary
hindsight answered : Yes. Would make it. Absolutely. Yes.

At the interview I told the truth
I was out of work –
had returned from eight years abroad –
to another country. The 3 R’s –
recession, retrenchment, redundancy.
Unfazed, yes things were very difficult out there –
in fact some applicants with good jobs
willing to trade higher wages for greater security
bringing in his co-interviewer –
“Mary, it would be nice to give a young person a chance
good to have a few more men around.”
She will be the immediate superior –
openly, transparently …. honestly, unenthusiastic.
He showed me out
saying, “leave it with me.”
He clearly intended to work on her … but it didn’t work.

“Thank you for attending …. Unfortunately.
Two or three lines of official sympathy
a hand-written appendix

I’m sorry I couldn’t give a more favourable reply …
things are starting to turn …..
I’m sure a good opportunity is not too far away…. stay positive.




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.