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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.

Fifth sense

Could I love you if
we did not touch, if I did
not mark you as mine?

Unbroken

The house of my heart
is white, clean, pure. No windows,
doors. No visitors.

Anticipation

Making travel plans,
like getting dressed for a date,
is a leap of faith.

Oh Christmas tree

We bring it home, put
it on life support so we
can hang ornaments.

Christmas tree lot

Sad orphans ripped from
the forest stretch out their limbs
pleading, ‘Take *me* home.”

Christmas lights

Like flickering tongues
of flame in green…blue…red. Just
plug in and enjoy.

VH1 shows

It’s the guilty splurge,
potato chips for the mind.
You can’t watch just one.

Picking Christmas trees

Like speed dating, if
they make a good impression,
they come home with us.

Deal or no deal

TV’s “Fisherman
and His Wife” story for our
times. Unalloyed greed.

After the storm

Inside the snowglobe
winter’s still life settles as
flakes swirl in the air.