That eternal fear slash impetus in the groin when I put myself out there with my art and writing to stand naked in front of strangers,
Watching Wild West television, talking integrity and performance art, spearing fig, strawberries and bananas from big white bowls,
Hunching over a laptop with my friend Nicky to watch Easy Rider over a bottle of Chateneuf du Pape,
Technology in bed and the Beatles floating in from somewhere outside,
Road trips northwest to help age old friends deal with death accompanied by red wine nightcaps, mimolette cheese and animals that come to sleep with me at night like guardians,
Feeling like I’m a kid again,
A stranger buying me a surprise on rye and delivering it to me because he likes my dress,
The simultaneous triad of fear, exhilaration and liberation stemming from the complete unknown and jumping into the void..
By Kimberly Nichols.
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