Posted in Rituals


Everybody has one –
a friend whose life planet tilted
more summer, less winter
lottery luck –
rehearsal is over. Cinderella has the part – permanently.
Nothing will change,
they promise.
Footmen and maids welcome, always – never forgotten.

For Stephen the past was inconvenient
inconveniently downmarket
inconveniently inhabited by almost bohemians
not losers, but …..
station wanted to abandon – jettison.

Loyalty had disquiet
eviction too brutal.
Compromise has an idea
phone calls accepted : messages unreturned
the diary willing, but the pencil preemptive
for that day,
that week, 
that event.
It formed slowly – it took six months
after two years he sighed to an acquaintance, I never call him.



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.