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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.

Not among the 6%

“Let’s go to the beach!”
One kid, online, shrugs as the
other keeps texting.

“In a typical week, only 6 percent of children ages nine to thirteen play outside on their own.”
from The Option of Urbanism: Investing in a New American Dream by Christopher B. Leinberger

My biggest fan

Directed at me
all day it follows me from
room to room in heat.

Already mid-July

And so summer goes
like fishing line cast into
swift moving waters

Heat wave breaks

Rumbles of thunder
promise that soon fat raindrops
will bring refreshment.

Last days of school

Nobody wants to
be there. Even the teachers
sit, watching the clock.

Restaurant training (sanctioned pigout)

Expected to know
all the dishes, servers eat
the entire menu.

First job

At the interview
J’s hired on the spot, full of
new employee glee.

Job search

Panera’s didn’t
call, nor Applebee’s. Rejec-
tion’s hard at sixteen.

J’s prom dress

She said she felt like
a fairy princess, draped in
blue with beaded swirls.

Honey, I’m home!

Has it really been
a month since I told you all
about my day, dear?