Posted in Chutzpah


Snort –
the best I ever heard
no one could replicate it – get close
it began as a boxing glove thump
ended with switchblade flick :
non-verbal –
adjective, adverb, noun –
multitasking. It was a weapon
feared by all in the workplace
but the best was self-directed
a younger, more militant self
short haired
androgynously clothed on a demonstration March
“ wearing buttons protesting everything – including myself,”
a male bystander called out
“ are you a man or a woman ?
why, do you want to fuck, or do you want to fight?”



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.