~Kim Gamble  to me - February 10, 2012

 "I expect to see verbiage & wit & ol' fashioned erudite lorianne wisdom, should you feel inclined.    Whip us up a poem, love :-)"

well Kim, since you asked...


Flying For Two (for Rita)

Even now
through the din of pain
I remember it all
the music, the laughter
the frayed edge thoughts
of painters and poets

Even now
as I try to explain
what only you could understand
how we dipped and soared
and sometimes tumbled
gliding high above that sea of words

Even now
I can hear the cackle caw of laughter
the chirp and screech of pain
the squawk of call and response...

call and response
even now

These memories, they're like my skin
tattooed with the feathers
of night words spent
trying to imagine flight

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Comment by Alysa Salzberg on February 23, 2016 at 4:09pm

What a wonderful thing to share! I didn't have the privilege of knowing Kim well, but I feel like this poem and its preface say so much about the lives he touched and the way he inspired people. I feel like you did Kim proud, and I'm so glad you brought comfort to Rita, as well. My heart goes out to you and to all of Kim's friends and loved ones.

Comment by Rita Shibr on April 12, 2016 at 11:31pm

augh.  I miss my friend so much, the soaring, the laughter.  How often we listened to the surf, the waves over Manly beach. 

I miss my support, my soft place to fall.  I miss so much more.  thanks for this. 

Comment by greenheron on April 18, 2016 at 2:38pm

Have you thought of making a pilgrimage? I can see you doing that. I can see Kim liking that you finally walked on Manly beach. You could take another week and run away again. Seems a fitting way to close the circle.

Comment by Phyllis on April 19, 2016 at 1:31am
I'm glad I finally read this. I picture all of the people we've lost from the blog having a grand party and getting acquainted, holding a place for us when it's our turn to join them.
Comment by Rita Shibr on April 22, 2016 at 1:38pm

Heron,  I would love to.  However, at this point in my life, with family expectations for vacations and it being well, it being Australia... I don't see it happening now.  I guess it seems like too late.  We were going to meet somewhere in the world,  he had a friend in the states,  we both talked about possibly Europe when his girls where there.  We both had and have partners and children.  For all the love, messages, music, photos, utubes, poetry, emails, comments and banter, the last years I think we knew it may not happen,  but then we always thought we would have time.  Time.  Such a huge word.  Thanks Heron.  It's a lovely dream.  Maybe someday when my life slows to a point I can go away alone for such a long expensive trip, I will choose Fairy Bower, Australia.  

Comment by greenheron on June 2, 2016 at 3:45pm

April 22nd. We don't get here much anymore.

You're probably still missing him. I was going to switch my avatar back to the old green bird, but it felt wrong, so I'll keep the crazed pirate woman portrait a little longer.

Time is a funny thing. Even if you visited Fairy Bower years from now, it would probably feel as if no time had passed. Kim would still be there in every plant, wombat, kookaburra and cerulean sky. 

Hope you are well these days. Til next time :)

Comment by Rita Shibr on June 3, 2016 at 1:02pm

Hi Heron!

of course I am.  I am sometimes smiling as I access some old blogs on a link Lorrianne sent me that for some reason has a lot of Kim's old OS stuff.  I believe the original smack down picture post is in there.  It's odd so much of his stuff is hanging around the internet like that, my blog and most others are not.  At one time I had so many emails and even voice mails and somehow I deleted a lot... I do have some things which have become treasured after his death.  It seems so odd still not to be able to call or hear from him,  he would occasionally disappear from my world as his artist nature would dictate (lol to you my friend) so somewhere inside I still think he is just not answering his email or skype messages... 

Life is strange,  I wish I would get a message from the universe from him.  I hear being open to them is the key.

So good to talk to you my friend, Heron,  I hope your life is going well and I am honored you still think of me. Love and more. Rita 

Comment by greenheron on June 26, 2016 at 12:20pm

Crossing paths again, weeks later. I'm out in the backyard on a sunny June afternoon today with the laptop. I know! Turn the thing off and watch the bluejay fledglings instead!

I can't get used to that part of death either, how you can't call or write them, how it feels like if you do, they'll answer. I talk to my mother all the time, tell her things as if she was here, in her own voice, which is mine too as I get older. She'd watch the bluejay fledglings with me, make me turn off the laptop too.

Kim was like many artists–mercurial, perceptive to detail, to things seen and unseen. It's useful to what we do, and can be an enchanting quality. One friend told me that he found it magical how I could turn blank paper into gold just by touching it for a few hours. It may look like that, yet the same obsessive curiosity required to turn a blank sheet to gold can turn a relationship to shit. Artists tend to marry the muse first, people second. Marry two artists to one another and there's lots of thunder.

By remaining a world distance apart, and now in death, you get to keep the best of Kim, the mercury, the unseen, the dream. You'll never be hurt by anything except yearning, which can feel sort of good, as opposed to angry car-crying, you know the kind I mean. None of that for you two, just stars and kookaburras and stuff.

Til next time old friend :)

Comment by Arthur James on June 26, 2016 at 1:04pm

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Comment by Rita Shibr on December 30, 2016 at 10:26pm

Just reading this again L,  I love it so much.  Thank you again for putting into words something so ephemeral. xo. 

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