Kimberly Hampton Nilsson
Jurassic Era Survivor
In November 2020, I took my first masked and shielded flight, from Scandinavia to East Africa, I was headed for "the bush," Randlien Wildlife Management Area of Tanzania. This travel was going to be spent in the company of animals in their natural habitat. I imagined "the big” and "the scary.” You know, the usual unusual; trunks, horns and fierce canines. I never could have guessed an itsy bitsy raptorial critter would show up begging for a selfie. As a result of our unexpected encounter, I came to appreciate the intricacy of biological cycles necessary to hold nature in check, even since dinosaur times.
Ten Prayers to the Wind
My mom was a rebel right from the start, even before having two babes in tote, at the age of twenty. Without prior consent, her new role awoke an internal ”priority meter” for survival. She always took unequivocal action to create the best possible situation for my sister and me, no matter the circumstances. Mom knew for certain, she wished for "us girls” to have the freedom to live a creative and happy life.
I Was The Guest and He Was The Honor
Many hours in the Rover Crossing landscapes Roadside towns and fields of tea. *** Oh the turning heads and big brown eyes
Seven Colors In A Spectrum
Reflection No place to hide from all the rain Refraction Standing tall still feeling pain Dispersion A clearing of onlookers in their disdain.