Posted in Chutzpah


Contra to the fashion wave
she didn’t have to counterfeit her hair :
it was naturally red –
had been from birth although,
she did dye it green during the punk era.
it grew out, and so did she.
A solid education,
good career
and happy marriage – to a tow haired husband
and two gorgeous gingered children.

biopsy and carcinoma –
young, very young – late 20’s.
The surgeon was sure, they had it,
caught in time
everything should be okay.

Where does goodness go when cells taunt?
Being obedient and compliant, then
turning rogue,
conspiring and betraying themselves.
Unfair, very unfair said friends,
No she said, said she felt lucky –
lucky for the extra seven years



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.