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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.

No commitments

Nothing pleases me.
Time I don’t have to account for.
A blank calendar.

Free at last

Today was her last
day on a job I said ‘don’t
quit’ two years ago.

Time to start supper

Some people like to
cook. Then there’s me who dreads that
thing called dinner hour.

Why I started again

“Have you been writing
your haiku journal?” he asked.
You read. You know ‘no.’

Joys of fur children

With short hair he looks
like a grey human baby.
He’ll never talk back.

Undone

Intention shines high
above like a star I see
and dream of reaching.

Freelance writer

The more I write the
more I lose my hold on words
that speak without me.

Can’t sleep – 2 am

Wind chimes jangle in
the breeze. Nature’s alarm clock
saying, “Go to sleep.”

Online – the new paradigm

My fingers talk my
eyes listen my head makes it
up my heart hungers.

My job

Commute through fiber
optic cable to a home
built by words not deeds