Posted in Rituals


Laughter and applause greet the words
neither is deserved
A mixture of platitudes and dilute humour
it’s what the occasion demands.

There are no expectations
except the expected
predictable and sanitised
brief and meaningless.

Deception as protocol
principle faces down temptation.
Defects are scribed with invisible ink
virtues shone with floodlight.

Difficulties never existed
only solutions that might have been
goodwill abounds.
The perfect employee
sad to see you gone
the place will never be the same.




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.