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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.

Get out the vote

See democracy
happen. It happens if you
exercise your right.

Super Tuesday: West Coast winner

Cally For Nia
For Hillary. Maria
cried, “Uncle Ted said..!”

Super Tuesday: It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to

“Can’t I vote for a
Democrat?” Republican
guy asked. “Mine all suck.”

Election Poll Inspector

My civic duty
called. Yesterday, I answered.
Pat, Ossie, Art helped.

February thaw 2

Moisture releases
smell of earth yew pine salt. Scent
of change on the wind.

February thaw

Snow releases its
grip as small drops melt merge run
in noisy trickles.

Undecided voter

She spoke of McCain’s
volatile temper, verbal
abuse. My mind changed.

Rock the vote

I go into the
booth knowing the past, making
the future my choice.

Primary concern

Super Tuesday looms.
GOP, Dems cast votes. Dub
ya – ya won’t be missed.

Body and blood

Ibuprofen my
food. Robitussin my drink.
Illness my altar.