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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Errands To Be Run


Mondays are not the kindest day of the week..
They can hold me accountable
for the entire weekend.
On Mondays..I’ve been known
to let my mind take flight
out of the nearest window;
it whooshes as it rushes
far from my desk and into the past.
It only flies in one direction..
backwards until it meets up
with you- know-who again…..
with you again.

I maintain a glass-eyed look
on my face, deeply focused
deeply working,
but really far far away,
from recessed lighting
and printers whirring.
When I shoot back into the past,
it is also daylight,
but natural, sun playing with clouds,
you playing with my scarf,
fixing unruly strands of hair peeking out
as we climb,
those steep cobblestone streets,
that once were ours to walk.
The town was ours and Mondays were
our sacred days… the very best.
For you would knock upon my door and say,
“Come on..there are errands to be run.”

Was work ever any sweeter..
than walking from store to store?
Dropping off and picking up…
hand and hand, everything striking us funny?
I loved I loved every minute spent by your side.
I loved teasing you,
being teased by you,
laughing until we both were crying..
gasping to catch our breath.
The air was lighter, the shadows brighter,
your open-mouth laugh,
with your head thrown back..
I kissed you on your cheek,
and squeezed your hand to say,
“I love you” in every language I knew.

you come back to me, any night or any day,
you pull my head into the long ago, the no longer real,
the no longer possible.
Stamping your foot a little impatiently..
waiting in my open door,
Your beautiful coal black eyes, anime -size,
the smell of perfumed oils from Dubai,
incense embroidered in your clothes,
Your beautifully playful soft wry smile
“Come on, get your scarf on…. there are errands to be run.”

Karima Hoisan
May 23, 2022
Costa Rica

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My Poem, “UP” on Masticadores USA

Hi everyone…I’m back!!
While I was on vacation and a bit disconnected from my blog, I had the wonderful surprise of finding
my poem, “UP” published on Masticdores USA.
I want to thank Gabriela Marie Milton for selecting it and I am eternally grateful to her and all involved on this prestigious website.
The image, I took on my virtual world, “The Wizard”
rising up and out of,
“The Endless Abyss”

Let me rise away
Higher than the atmosphere,
The conic dome of black-arched stratosphere,
I leave it all behind
And up I rise and rise……
Please click here to read  the rest of my poem “UP” on 
Masticadores USA

I hope you will enjoy it..and little by little I will catch up with you all and what I have missed in our WordPress community:)

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On a Short Vacation at the Beach

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I’m at the beach on my first vacation in 2 years!!  I will be back soon.. (left last week)

I’ll catch up with everyone soon!!



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Disintegration:Integration                                     “Disintegration/Integration” _Acrylic_ by Jan Betts

At the moment of our re-entry, it is not rare to feel fear.
We have seen countless like ourselves descend before us.
A random tick-tock moves our hour to the top of the clock
When it chimes, we are next in line…and we begin to fall.

For us, our human form is comfortable and comforting.
It has housed our souls a lifetime, our dreams, our memories.
Hard to conceive losing it now at this final call on the final hour;
Resistance disquiets our heart, as we struggle to let go.

Faith tells us our light does not extinguish, even at the very end.
Our souls integrating into the greater truth, as we die; we expand.
And just before our touch down into Death’s fathomless blue,
We surrender with joy to return and form part again… of Everything.

Karima Hoisan
May 8, 2022
Costa Rica

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Twisting Tempest Winds (Lyrics)


Twisting Tempest Winds (Lyrics)

Those stormy days came and stayed
it rained in our hearts
and it tore us apart
I couldn’t stand it…
being the lover’s bandit.

The dark and grey rolling in
I could still see the blue
but it had changed its hue….
for the reason,
it was the rainy season..

The sky was a sieve for the rain
It couldn’t stop falling
when the thunder was crawling
through the cracked clouds,
that were crying then… out loud.

If I could have changed that day
made sure that it never
went that way
tears and goodbyes,
under roaring storm skies

Those twisting tempest winds
blowing in our faces
while we sparred in our places
shouts and flare-ups,
We could barely bear-up.

Bolts from your electric eyes
just like that lightning
that was way too frightening
could have killed me
but I was lucky.

No one died that day
Then the sun broke through
and the storm de-brewed
We said, “I’m sorry”
but that’s another story.

Karima Hoisan

May 5, 2022
Costa Rica

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Soulless Streets

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           “The Street” (photorealistic dreamlike) AI Art by Dale Innis

Soulless Streets
AI Art: So realistic, so not…so beautiful, slightly upsetting

If some day the human race
is erased…
is no longer seen upon Mother Earth’s,
glorious face,
I guess if Art is only made by
computer blips,
by electronic strokes and
programming chips,
You, AI, might be considered one of the greats,
painting soulless streets with misshapen cars,
beautiful pastels,
melting walls and balcony bars.

I walk down your landscapes,
in my dreams,
where nothing is exactly as it seems,
and yet,
I am drawn to what you are trying to say
I will always look for the meaning in your meaningless.

Because I am human
and think that Art must spring
from the heart,
but you have none and
just on command you stop and start.
Who will program you then,
if we are no longer here?
Will you evolve to be an artist free
who paints in your own style, whatever you feel?
And could you feel anything…?
Or will you just rely on your back files of memory
To pick from, using variations of all you’ve ever seen
To paint a different soulless street,
a different angle, a palette unique
but then..where would be your audience..
and where would be your need?
I bet Art will die out quickly, without humanity.

Karima Hoisan
April 30, 2022
Costa Rica

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“Against Those Tides” on Spillwords Press

Zen-Carnival-nov-12-Large                                               “Zen Carnival” by Jan Betts

Good morning and Happy Hump Day!
I am happy to announce that my poem,
“Against Those Tides” is up on Spillwords Press today!
This marks my ninth poem on their beautiful site and I would like to give thanks to the editors, specially Dagmara K. for accepting my submission and their continual support of my poetry.
The amazing acrylic, “Zen Carnival” that accompanies my poem, is painted by my dear friend and outstanding artist, Jan Betts.

Against Those Tides

An ocean between us,
The current churned you gone.
Voices whispered, “run-away – just run!”
You cancelled all your flights;
Flew down the desert highway before dawn.

I invite you all to read the rest here: “Against Those Tides”
Please feel free to leave your comments here on mine.


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Something Has Changed on WordPress Likes & Comments

Hi everyone,

I have noticed the last few days a new layout when I receive a Like or a Comment.

Now there is no longer any clickable links back to the person Liking or Commenting

and there is no link back to the blog or to their most recent posts, like before.

It now looks like this:

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In order to pay them a reciprocal visit, I now have to look them up manually in Reader.

This seems contra-intuitive to building community and is simply not user friendly like before.

Why this change?

Comments really appreciated!!
Thanks to Harshi who steered me here.. Mitch Teemley has more on the subject:

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