Posted in Rituals

B Grade

It was deflating and enraging.
Deflating the position clearly decided upon
deflating not to be given valid chance
deflating to have gone to the effort
deflating to recognise the call –
exchange of eye contact –
a decent interval of time has elapsed – terminate
and enraging,
the charade had the finesse of two six-year-olds making pancakes



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.