high above over our heads the airplane that brought us here departs on a fatal final return those shortly acquainted mourn the loss
swimming with children in the sun beautiful weather near this northern shore swiss fantasy in the land of wane above the foggy brittan coast
along the small world view castles cathedrals and steam room shower there with death and mother-herself to comfort blue green brassiere nipple rings bleeding bathtub cousins off to school with you nakedness worn as innocence
fly back to home across sea and continent half the world away to awaken in my own bed
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
In the Whirlwind is a poetic storm that frees history from the cages of corruption and puts it in the hands of everyday people. Words are weaved into a new fashion statement that has nothing to do with runways but everything to do with projects!
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sensitively written,
~Nikki~