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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.

Mortality

That first brush with death
shook loose her confident grasp
of all she held dear.

Respects

They hadn’t spoken
in a year, but she came home
to wish him goodbye.

At 22

You’re gone, leaving class
mates to learn that last lesson:
life can be too short.

 

 

Mike’s death

Liked by all, no one
knows why he veered off the road
toward eternity.

Two hours of sleep

Eyes red focus shot
totally worthless but I
still need that paycheck.

Dizziness diagnosis

He feared brain blood clots
but it’s labyrinthitis.
He’ll live after all.

Stocking shelves

She spent the day in
aisle 6, cold flu remedies,
wellness boxed, bottled.

Dizzy

Why his head spins he
doesn’t know. Vertigo’s made
the world hell’s fun house.

Hope

Dark fear crackling at
the edges, the heart beats on,
pulsing core of light.

Snow blind

Spiraling flakes, like
small hands opening wide, feel
their way down to earth.