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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.

Seance in the House of the Suffragist 2

The front door opened
three times with no one there but
the night was windy.

Seance in the House of the Suffragist

The spiritualist
had us believing until
his ‘Wicked’ comment.

Levenger

Fine fountain pens, ink,
leather folders make work seem
like gracious living.

Facebook

You’re distant but near.
I live through your moods, friends, pix
vicariously.

Family fight

After, we’re gentle
with each other, as if we’re
tending open wounds.

Coffee date

Conversational
buzz a backdrop to clinking
spoons stirring white clouds.

Doing the laundry

Subterranean
hum of spinning drums cleansing
my dirty stained life.

Missed the bus

Now she has time to
blow dry her hair while I rub
away sleep, then drive.

Almost spring

Snowpack seems solid
but underneath, droplets sing
of melting caverns.

Other daughter’s boyfriend

Bandana over
his sweet smile, ninja to his
anime girlfriend.