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He was 30 years ahead of his time
he had a natty goatee beard way back
of the type endemic in the 2000’s.
Unusually for a mathematics lecturer
he was lively, funny, and classes
not impenetrable
topical too
many of the examples he employed
pertaining to sugar cooling coffee
accumulation of alcohol in blood
and retail optimisation of purchasing –
utilitarian or indulgent.

Not that he was a soft touch
his exams hard, searching
if you didn’t know, you were found out.
Exams –
someone asked a question in lectures once
he paused saying
it was complex, would consume considerable time
to explain and
“ is not in the exam.”
“ it’s not in the exam, should I continue,
what do you think class?” NO, everyone bellowed.
That was unanimous he said.



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.