Posted in Chutzpah


Hemingway defined style as grace under pressure
remaining cool,
or at least never showing heat.
They fell out over a woman,
in Antarctica, in winter, so not many of them –
a triangle of sorts : one woman two men
one a senior manager, the other much less
alternated for a while until she chose –
The manager less than pleased, not used to demotion
or not having his way
dealt with it the old-fashioned way – with his fists
punchdrunk or drunk punch it made no difference
– dismissal.
A company pickup came with the job
he used it to drive to the airfield,
boarding the flight and leaving the keys in the truck.



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.