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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.

Facebook status after the breakup

“There’s always rain at
the most appropriate times
in my life,” he wrote.

Stiff spring breeze

Tightly furled like clenched
fists, tentative red-tipped buds
sway on bare branches.

Book club procrastinator

Meeting tomorrow.
Haven’t even opened it.
That’s life on the edge.

Because of the media

based on a poem written by M.

They say I need a
man. Chocolate. But an eye
lash curler’s enough.

original source:

I don’t need chocolate to eat or a man in my life
I just think I do
because of the media
All I really need is my eyelash curler.

Haiku diary

Complex moments break
down into vignettes when brief
words define their state.

Vaccuming

“You suck!” becomes a
delightful metaphor for
taking it all in.

Rejection

Hives. Itching. As if
her body can’t coexist
with her sense of self.

Out of wedlock

for S.

Without a ring she’s
uncertain, the baby no
guarantee he’ll stay.

Not in polite company

She talks of threesomes,
abortions, things her mother-
in-law would faint at.

Candid confessions of a college-aged daughter

“I’m telling you but
don’t worry, I’m fine,” she says.
I listen, but do.