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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.

Earl Grey

Cup of pleasure wafts
aromatic steam warming my
lips pursed for a sip.

San Diego fire 5 – Family back east

California burns.
Your life separate from us?
Now just smoke and ash.

San Diego fire 4 – Remembering Del Rio Road

We visited once.
Soaked in your hot tub under
the lemon tree’s shade.

San Diego fire 3

Spring Valley is bone
dry. Here in New York skies rain
tears of compassion.

Left behind

What’s necessary?
The triage of memory.
A pyre to the past.

Packing to evacuate

Photos first, then the
baby albums. Love letters.
We can buy new clothes.

San Diego fire 2

Her view from the hill
– once so fine in good weather –
just blackened landscapes.

San Diego fire

Anne emails to say
smoke plumes rise like shrouds of loss.
Below, hell ablaze.

Problem

In bad rains bathroom
ceiling leaks. A slow tick tells
of water stains mapped.

Journalist

Writing about rape.
Prostitution. Injustice.
Happy talkie talk.