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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.

Looking back

Where does time go? Clock
hands a band-aid over the
wounds of past regrets.

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Got nothing

as told to Evernote this morning

writing the story
of my life so far only
seeing blank pages

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Evernote

Ideas on the fly,
dictate to iPhone. Moleskine,
we hardly knew ye.

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Book hoarder lets go

Finding new homes through
Amazon. Not selling. I’m
aiding adoptions.

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Snow

So light, delicate.
But under its weight trees crack.
Roofs collapse. Hearts fail.

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Nap

Eyelids flutter, close.
Sounds recede. Meeting drags on.
My snore wakes me up.

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Tonight’s Powerball drawing 2

for Deanne

Ridiculous odds.
But for $2, any
one can fantasize.

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Risk

Do what you’re called to
do. Though it may result in
failure, no regrets.

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Value

Don’t sell yourself short.
Those who can’t see your worth chew
your soul to pieces.

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Winter storm

Snowfall as music —
light flakes grace notes, blizzard chords
pounded in fury.

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