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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.

Cave of the Winds tour

A romantic name
for a seagull poop splashed walk
among spray and rocks.

Going over Niagara Falls

A schoolteacher in
a barrel did what no man
could – lived to tell it.

Youngstown, NY

Where river meets lake
we stand as Toronto gleams
across the waters.

No such thing as ghosts

Yet I sit up wide
awake in this country inn,
jumping at each creak.

Strangers in a strange town

Our waitress admits
the town has its share of ghosts.
We sleep with lights on.

Lewiston, NY

Riverside village
quaint without self-consciousness,
where arts mix with charm.

Niagara Falls

Just water on rock.
And yet, sheer power compels
visitors to gape.

New mother

She curls around the
baby like a spiral shell
protecting its snail.

Breakfast for dinner

At a diner it’s
normal, but at home pancakes
seems so decadent.

Harbinger of spring

An unexpected
crocus emerges, smiling
from a brown leaf pile.