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About gimble

I've never understood why solitary confinement is considered a punishment. My favorite time of year is when vacation forces me to drive long hours on the overnight stretch, all other companions in the car asleep, my thoughts and the dark stretch of white-striped road all to myself. Having said that, I can happily keep busy inside my head, yet am distracted by so much of the larger world that I waste time putting those thoughts generated by those distractions down on cyber-paper. Maybe I want to see if anyone else feels likewise. Though not as bright, sharp or hard as a diamond, I am many faceted - esoteric in my literature, tending toward magic realism - pop-culture vulturish in my take on media - sentimental enough to cry at dog food commercials - and a lover of kitsch, like diners and other holes in the wall of life.

Dishwasher repair guy

Olive pits. Glass shards.
Bent straw. He warns, It’s not a
garbage disposal…

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Possibilities

Vague tomorrow is
malleable until tempered
by the here and now.

Laid off friend

Drops by at four, raids
the fridge, toasts unhappy hour
to his firing squad.

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On a cold winter’s night

Kitchen windows fogged,
oven-baked chicken is the
scent of homecoming.

Midnight in Arcata

Airport closed, no ride
home ’til dawn, she waits under
a tree in the rain.

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New year’s resolution

Why bother vowing
change when you’re satisfied with
your lazy-ass self?

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Boyfriend

He’s prettier than
her, constantly sculpting his
man bun with groomed hands.

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Arcata airport

So small, it’s got one
airline. Flight almost cancelled,
nearly stranding her.

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Brief holiday visit

Once her nest, now a
museum to her old self.
Home is elsewhere.

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Past life public

Looking back I find
this old friend, written record
for the world to view

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