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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.

Christmas cards

Photos we look bad
in. Braggy newsletter. That’s
how we keep in touch.

Abandoned haiku blog

My door open, but
the rooms are empty, thoughts like
forgotten relics.

Away too long

Stories always tell
of the one who wanders, then
returns home…like me.

Longest night of the year

Soon, darkness recedes.
But tonight I wrap myself
in velvet-starred black.

Silence

You don’t notice the
absence of sound until you
strain to hear something.

Unemployed Christmas

Can days be merry
and bright? Jobs – like ornaments –
fragile, out of reach.

Ugly photo

She keeps it displayed
to remind herself that once
she didn’t know it

She watches me…

…create. Impatient
that I won’t pay attention
when I’m writing stuff.

Driving kids to camp

Flat mapped names turn in-
to forested hills, roads wind
towards adventure.

Online debate

Listserv fight breaks out.
Among civil people, the
retorts well-researched.