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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.

Sunset Grill

West coast of St. Croix
Palm shaded. At night, torches
cast glow on beach tables.

Chenay Bay – Second night

Green flash at Sunset
Grill on Sprat Hall Beach. Then dined
in lush tropic style.

Chenay Bay – Second day

To Fredericksted.
Live music on Rainbow Beach.
Snorkel for beach glass.

Chenay Bay display

Wet bathing suits, striped
towels hang from porch rails like
vacation banners.

St. Croix prices

At Schooner Bay, iced
tea – 60 cents at Big Lots –
is nearly three bucks.

Chenay Bay – First night

Island band’s Christmas
tunes with a reggae twist our
dinner serenade.

Chenay Bay – First day

Kayak to Green Cay.
Snorkel among reefs. Head back,
sunburned and happy.

St. Croix – end of day

Cruzan pineapple
flavored rum makes happy hour
even happier.

Reggae breakfast

We eat cereal
on the porch by the sea, while
island music plays.

Caribbean morning

Intense turquoise, the
water is a wake-up call
to swim, sun, sail, dream.