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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.

JD & Elliot 8x/day

My daughter channel
surfs, feeding her ‘Scrubs’ habit.
I’m no Superman.

Ripoff

No pumpkins any
where, except for Wal-mart which
wants ten bucks a pop.

Revealed

We have never met.
And yet, reading this, you know
who I really am.

Desire

I crave silence like
most women crave chocolate,
dark, deep, bittersweet.

Seasonal attire

Wearing the mantle
of autumn. Cold starry nights
days of leaf-strewn gold.

Unachievable

Organization
my goal. Utter chaos my
sad reality.

Mid-day fix

I type furtively,
blogging an addiction as
bad as crystal meth.

Domesticated Eve

An apple, as red
as it is crisp, awaits on
the blue floral plate.

Gavotte

This is the dance in
side my head. No two left feet.
Only thoughts, spinning.

Can’t sleep 8

I must be up in
five hours. It’s like walking a
tightrope…or knife edge.