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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.

Absence

When you’re not here we
skip dinner, fall asleep with
the TV still on.

See sun’s end

We’ve shut the windows.
Pulled out sweaters, pulled on socks.
A fall admission.

The next day

Undereye circles
purple as grapes, lids heavy
as harvest-ripe vines.

Can’t sleep 3 – Bubbe’s lament

Again you’re staying
up late. God forbid you should
worry about me.

Self-promotion

Too few syllables
to write about Blogs We Luv.
Click through and visit.

Word whore

I was first published
in Seventeen magazine
thirty years ago.

About October 10th

I’m unsure whether
joy or terror will greet the
news that I am live.

Autumn entourage

Cold rain heralded
her return. Killing frost trails
her, biding his time.

Simple things

Contentment is the
sound of a dog on a couch,
snoring with gusto

Tomorrow

Opportunity
is knocking. Finally, I
will open the door.