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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.

Weather report

Cold snap arrives at
last.  Wind, rain shake the changing
leaves into vibrance.

Crashed

Sixteen year old girls
draped over couches look like
angels downed mid-flight.

Teenagers

Umbilical cord
cut they grow reattached to
digital cable.

Sleepover

Popcorn caffeine for
the friend whose mom is dying
comfort food TV.

Midnight

Home from the party
they’re luminous like fireflies
settling down to sleep.

The director at 17

Their lives loves failures
all source material for
future film projects.

Last time

Couplings and breakups
compelled by senior year some
begin others end.

JH’s birthday party

With no school Monday
so much high drama surrounds
turning seventeen.

Baptism

Unexpected rain
soothing in a random way
anxious thoughts washed clear.

Date

He seemed shy. Passive.
Then she said no. His anger
Insisted on yes.