Posted in Rituals


he was
but couldn’t be
only women – men can’t.
he was
and definitely was not.

The only man in a kitchen sorority
on the first day – right after introduction
he asked
“ who’s available ”
a joke,
that wasn’t.

late: always
over budget: nearly always

Food service is stood on its head
the patients applauded
letters arrived
 ‘like a restaurant ’
‘ so much better than last time ’
‘ arrived expecting ….. so pleasantly surprised.’
A star.

He showed the boss the letter
the salary + $7,000.
She thought it interesting
so did he – and waited
two weeks
He asks – she can’t match it
a resignation is offered
a bluff, she calls it.

He left
didn’t want to,
face-saving insisted.




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.