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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.

Fever

I incubate germs.
Feel their heat warp my head, their
chill shake my body.

Head cold

Snot blocked mucus jammed
sinus pressure. Every breath
a pulse of pure pain.

Sitting next to Gloria Steinem

Her face fronted a
movement, a magazine. My
mind’s jaw drops in awe.

February 14 comes early

A stranger’s link love
Validation, valentine
all rolled into one.

Remedial

Computer in safe
mode like reading Dick & Jane
after War & Peace.

Misty mountain hop

Dawn the breath of a
new day paused when night exhales
sunrise dimmed by fog.

On distant shores

Sleep comes like a tide.
Evenings at home, we drift off
heads back, mouths open.

Reflection

Dressing room mirror
replaced by funhouse looking
glass. Not me in there.

Oceanic Flight 815

Crashed. Met Tailies. Then
Others. Hatch blew up.  Kate caged.
Got Lost about there.

Writer’s strike

Reality makes
me sick. Going through laugh track
cop show withdrawal.