Please listen to my recording of the poem to the music, “Cansaco” by Nym

A cracked fountain, spewing water in the plaza
I’m asking for the impossible once again
and making broken promises at midnight
while throwing pennies to the bottom of a well.

My tears are just painted on tonight,
by the stars filtered through my veil..
A lady unapproachable, who’s given up on Life
and presses herself into the pages of the past.

But this cloudy night does not reveal the hidden
the yearning for that light touch, the sweet smell
of the flowers you hold in your hand..
I said I’d never conjure you again…. but I am hopeless.
hopeless hopeless hopeless

And somewhere down the street our song is playing
I bet you paid the angels just to see my face.
Only I can see you, only I feel you pressed to my side
as we parade past that cracked fountain, burbling away the night

I have given you up every end of the year
every birthday and anniversary and yet..you’re still here,
grasping my forearm in your death grip of love;
I know you’ll never let me go, and I am hopeless
as I pass by, everyone sees and everyone knows…. I am hopeless
hopeless hopeless hopeless

Karima Hoisan
June 23,2002
Costa Rica

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In Honor of the Languid Angel.

On June 1st, I posted about an illustrious visitor that suddenly appeared in our yard,
an amazing, docile beautiful solitary creature, a two-toed sloth.
I was hesitant to post this sad update, but I was was moved to by the perfect poem that
was written for her/him by Swadharma9 who has the blog, “This Happened”
The sloth was baptized “Pablo” by Samreen’s son, who awaited pictures and movies of him every day. We suspected Pablo was a “she” but then decided on the non-binary name of La Pablo:) Moving from tree to tree they stayed in our yard almost three weeks.

I had prepared myself for loss, as they could leave just as they came, but every day our yard felt blessed to have them with us. When one gives their heart to a wild free animal, they can have it broken.
Last Saturday, the unthinkable happened, Pablo fell from a tall tree 35 meters, and within, two hours they were gone. They died on my bed, my cats very concerned, and they died peacefully.
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We cried.. We all cried.. and I felt a deep sense of loss and wondering why?
Then the next day, I received this poem from Swadharma9 and my tears changed to understanding. Her words rang true and to share them all with you, I decided to make this post. Thank you, Joy, for finding the words, that were still lost to me.

to the one who fell to earth

languid angel in the tall green trees,
who lost her grip
& fell to earth,
thank you for your holy presence
that you gave to us
whose feet are firm
upon the ground.

you blessed us
for a timeless while
& now you make your way
to higher realms
that we cannot yet see,
welcomed warmly
back to formlessness,
as you began
before you blessed us
for a spell.

you left your traces in our hearts,
left your body,
left us all
but for the memory
of your brief enchanting life,
your sweet face
saying hello,
& then goodbye.

Sooo beautiful and healing.
I am grateful for the short time this angel graced our lives and our land.

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Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women

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Very exciting news to share!!
The Poetry of Strong Women is now a #1 Amazon #bestseller.
I am so thrilled to be part of this amazing anthology and I recommend it for the quality and diversity found between its covers. I will let Amazon speak for me, more eloquently about why purchasing this book is a must-have if you are socially conscious, or want to raise your consciousness about women today: their struggles and their victories.

Amazon says: “Award-winning authors, Pushcart nominees, emerging poets, voices of women and men, come to the fore in this stunning, powerful, and unique anthology. These poems testify both to the challenges that women face in our society, and to their power to overcome them. A memorable collection of over 200 poems by more than 100 authors, this anthology is a must-have for anyone. We all can benefit from the poetry of survival, and of healing. We all can benefit from the experiences so beautifully evoked in this book. We can all come together to emerge triumphant from pain.”

Here is a direct link to order now:Wounds I Healed on Amazon
Add it to your essential collection….Today!!

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The Grandfather Clock

Please click Play to hear the poem recited to an instrumental version of:
Nick Cave’s Red Right Hand


The Grandfather Clock

It was the tapping of the pane, that rhythmic insistence
that put me on my feet…
leering & giggling, the full moon peeking out from the clouds,
making all sorts of fun of me.

Tooling out my door, on the stroke of midnight,
the clock face, hands straight up to the sky.
I went skipping through the foggy black clouds on the sidewalk, having no idea why.
The tick n tock of the grandfather clock,
hiding in the corner in the shadow of the lock,
made it hard to resist for this girl,
going out for a midnight walk.

I was getting sucked right up in the haunted valley,
of those uncommon airways.
Shivers of wonder, what-am-I doing? started to fill my mind.
I had just woken up and all a sudden, the world was opening… a big fat door;
maybe I got caught up in Life’s persistent thrumming
taking a chance, heading straight out into
some unknown shore.
This could be just a crazy dream,
that thought did cross my mind;
my steps got lighter; when the leaves of the trees
were spinning…
the streets below my feet were solid and drumming,
then I was carried away upwind on a gentle blast incoming.

Oh, this will be an adventure and a lesson in surrender,

closing my eyes, the swirls painting ahead my way.
Blowing through the corridors, in time to the grandfather clock,
letting it take me along, with no resistance, just getting out of the way.
Torn t-shirts and oh so polite. I met these entities out in the black inked night…
Everyone had an idea about, where everyone else should be.
I was just on a midnight walk,  that wasn’t my idea, just my destiny…
If I was being abducted by aliens…well it seemed all right to me.

Karima Hoisan
June 13th 2022
Costa Rica

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Recording & A Few Pics From Circe’s Reading

Hi Everyone,

Well my stage-fright is over and I think it went well. Please listen to the recording of the whole reading and let me know if you agree:)
I am adding a few pics Dale took along with changing images.. Thank you Dale
for making these readings possible!!
So if you would like. just press play, sit back and relax and enjoy!!

Reciting “Allies of The Night” – Painting by Jan Betts

The audience below staying cozy by the fire

Reciting “Leaves of Mercy”

Everyone’s favorite..The Swamp House
Maybe next time, you can join me in avatar form…in the audience:):)
I would love that!!

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Just a Reminder……:)

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Just a reminder….

I will be doing an hour Live reading to Music tonight at 6pm Pacific Daylight Time.

If you can’t join me in avatar form, in-world, please Tune in to my Internet Radio Station, Karima’s Stream at https://www.gclef320k.online:2020/public/server43as21

It is Offline at the moment , but will go online at 6pm PDT  sharp!!
If you have an avatar for Second Life…you can find us here at Circe’s 
I look forward to reading for you!!!



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Karima Reads Live at Circe’s- Saturday-June 11-6pm Slt.

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Hi everyone,

I will be reading at Circe’s New Poets Sanctuary,
this coming Saturday, June 11th at 6 pm SLT.
It’s been over a year and a half since I read there, and I am really looking forward to being back.
I have been a busy bee poet in this time,
 so I have all new, never- performed -in- public, poems to share with you all, plus..a popular request and a surprise at the end.
As always, lots of great music behind, as I stream for an hour at the relaxing venue at Circe’s.

Please join me and I promise to give you an entertaining hour of all originals,
set to awesome music, that I have been hand picking for months.
Here’s your Virtual taxi to whisk you to a toadstool, blanket or a chair: Landmark for Circe’s

If you are a WordPress friend and don’t feel like making an avatar and going virtual, I will be sharing a post the next day with the recording and photos of the whole hour, so you can hear it live as a podcast, in the comfort of your real life:)
If you are awake at 6pm PDT, you can tune-in to my internet radio and hear the live podcast..6pm-7pm   https://www.gclef320k.online:2020/public/server43as21

For those of you in-world, come early at 5pm SLT
to hear and be part of the Open Mic section, where you can read some of your own.
I am the featured poet and will begin at 6pm sharp! I am really looking forward to being back!
Join me! I would love to see you there.
*Note…SLT is the same time as, Pacific Daylight Time (PDT)


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A Laid-Back Rock ‘n Roll Sunday


It’s such a laid-back rock ’n roll Sunday…
The sun took it’s mellow yellow time to come up.
It’s not a day to make any strenuous plans
More like… find a field of flowers and fall right in.

Bring your music, bring your guitar and some friends…
If the beat is built inside of you, you might just dance
Or you might try to contemplate the color of Spring’s sky
You could stay all day in this herbal way, incense on high.

Don’t you just love days like this..so far and few between?
Doing nothing at all, simply being and living your dream ?
As soon as I spied the break of day, I said, “ My oh my”
It’s going to be a sun-day, so feast your eyes on pie in the sky.

And when the shadows grow long, turning the bright a little down…
It’s time to say goodbye; memories for sure were made and will stay
Every blade of grass, is like a photograph, engraved upon my lids
Wish I could just grab your hand, run you to that field…
whenever we needed to, whenever we could…and fall right in,

Karima Hoisan
June 5, 2022
Costa Rica

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An Illustrious Early Morning Visitor

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Good Morning!!

Look who came for breakfast yesterday!!
A Two-Toed Tree Sloth Climbed in To Say “Hi”

Weighing in at about 20 pound, usually staying in the tops
of the trees, he climbed down for a quick visit, before he went back
to his natural habitat:)

A very rare appearance in our backyard! We are more used to seeing the 5-clawed
Indoor Albino Rug Sloth in our Home:):)
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Go With The Flow

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                         AI Art programmed by Dale Innis “Go With The Flow”


Please listen to the poem recorded to the haunting music of Leonard Cohen’s,”Tacoma Trailer”

Go With The Flow

Riding our Orcle,
in the open sea,
the surf sliding down
behind us.
We get a rhythmic
push and swoosh,
below the crocheted hull.
The moment lulled…
my mind dulled,
I have no wants…
I fear no fears.
We rock side to side,
my legs cling tight
as we bob up and down.
I smile at the horizon faraway.
My red hair is reflected, in the water below….
I go with the flow.

Orcle is blinded by his knitted cap.
My Captain-Oh Captain dropped the reins
a few waves back.
He never gained his sea legs,
his lower limbs just disappeared
into his blue tube pants.
He’s a side-saddler,
just another passenger.

The heaving rollers,
rolling us far from shore…
or from where we thought
we were.

Captain Oh Captain is also blind,
Riveted into his helmet.
No escape or penetrate

for either air nor light.
His eyelids are closed…..
What’s the difference anyway?
I sit behind and trust my fate.
Tell me,
what else is left to do or know?
I go with the flow.

Karima Hoisan
May 25, 2022
Costa Rica

Inspired by this AI art piece programmed to supposedly be
Raggedy Ann & Andy riding an Orca in the sea.
Sometimes they have their own ideas:) and we must redefine
our expectations:)

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