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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.

Unresolved

Today we act as
if nothing happened. Over
night a cold front passed.

Pride goeth

My new business cards,
bearing my new title, all
printed with typos.

Wabi-sabi

To possess few things,
humble in beauty and worth.
Such simplicity.

Essential

The spareness of what
I write contrasts with my
cluttered existence.

Haiku journal

Nit-picking each and
every syllable my mind
focused on detail.

Unseasonable

mother nature’s miss
taken october for jewel
eye’s endless summer.

Transformed

Foggy days. The shroud
of mystery that veils our
ordinary lives.

Inanimate

J spilled nail polish
remover on my mother’s
chest. I screamed, then cried.

Inheritance

I take better care
of my mother’s possessions
than of her, she’d say

Guilt

My dead parents’ stuff
occupies my home and mind.
Unsorted, it waits.