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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.

Starving writer

I really should start
dinner. But husband’s gone, so
I’ll just blog and starve.

Black Friday

Kmart opens at
4am. Outlet mall at
midnight. Who needs sleep?

Thanksgiving – after dinner

Post-tryptophan, we
watch Forrest Gump and digest
the day’s memories.

Thanksgiving – no time for diets

Don’t count calories.
Savor silken pumpkin, tart
cranberries. Taste joy.

Thanksgiving baking

Tempting smells – so strong
they nearly satiate the
appetite – drift by.

Description

We are all in search
of the quote that defines us.
Self in sentence form.

Yearning

Why this ache, an itch
no hand can scratch, a splinter
no tweezer can pull?

Comfort

Times like these, a hot
cup of tea, a soft blanket
is all that’s needed.

Regret

A blowtorch melting
a block of ice from within,
pain made transparent.

Thanksgiving – division of labor

They’ll watch football. We’ll
cook. Men and women. Hunters
and gatherers still.