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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.

Running errands

Off-list again, I
buy extras, blow the budget,
shop when I’m hungry.

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Snowstorm

The heavens open,
the earth a new firmament
dusted by cold stars.

David Bowie

The man who fell to
earth left us too soon, stardust
in Major Tom’s wake.

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Lake effect: Upstate New York

Thirty miles away
there’s sunshine. But in the Snow
Belt, it’s two feet deep.

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Absence

Unpublished haiku
draft. Two words: parents’ death. Eight
years later still blank.

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Monday

Hello cubicle.
Keyboard. Monitor. Earbuds.
Plug in. Tune out. Run.

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Agoraphobia

Inside ease comfort
outside unpredictable
so hard that first step.

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Windy night

Outside the wind chimes
plead, usually placid
notes wrenching, piercing.

 

January thaw

Sodden ground swampy
a mash of leaves, plants, flowers
once distinct, now soup.

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Morning alarm

Sleep clings, plastic wrap
strong, dreams passing for real while
phone sings otherwise.

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