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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.

New Year’s Day

In optimism
we cross the starting line of
the rest of our lives.

 

Rose Parade

Flower covered floats
in a warm SoCal city
I’ll never visit.

Fiscal cliff

Cost to average
household: Five thousand. Voting
the bums out: Priceless.

 

New Year’s Eve: ball drop

If we look ahead
in hope, optimism,
then shouldn’t the ball rise?

New Year’s Eve: things left undone

Now’s the time to look
back at what was forgotten
and recall with love.

You love me

Sally Fields said it
best. Be they awards or page views,
validation’s sweet.

Visitors to a dead blog

WordPress stats: twenty-
two-thousand views in ’12. This
despite no new posts.

Last day of the year

Where did they go? Wake.
Eat. Work. Pay bills. Each the same.
Days blink by, all gone.

College acceptance letters

Envelope size, thick
or thin. We look for clues, don’t
like to be surprised .

First time visitor

Food goes bad, beer flat.
But words on a blog are fresh
to new readers’ eyes.