The wonderful poet, Jay Maria Simpson, wrote this beautiful piece, “The Arborist.” I told her in a comment that I had enjoyed reading it out-loud and she invited me to record it.:) So..here it is for you all to enjoy too! Please clink on the link for the original post, to play the recording.
The Cicadas played their siren-song the other day, wailing from the trees like air raid prophecies. Climate change had delayed this anticipated moment… then everyone said, “Ahh now the dry season has finally arrived!” Put away your umbrellas in the bodega, until April or May.
Season of twisting cool afternoon winds, replace the rains Birds gather building supplies, compete in best nest designs The sun is brighter, the air is cooler, we sit and watch the afternoon. The rains won’t come again for several months and then it will rain every day for the rest of the year after 2:00.
No spring and fall just wet and dry, thunder & lightning, a thing of the past; flooding and torrential rain, hard to imagine with these sunset hues of orange and pink against lavender blue. Rejoice in the dry evening hours, outside, gazing at a billion stars Ripe fruit on the trees, the smell in the air, of the cane fields ablaze.
Families gathering seaside or riverside, picnics and singing in the 5’oclock haze. The dry season has finally graced our land with its highly awaited 4-month stay.
Karima Hoisan February 2, 2023 Costa Rica
*Footnote. We are now in the Dry Season..which normally begins mid-December until the first rains in April. This year, because of climate change it started late, last week to be exact…end of January.
I am so thrilled to share this exciting news that the book we have all been waiting for and many of us have contributed to ….. is out and with a Bang! Thank you to Gabriela Marie Milton and her vision to put together this unique and epic compilation that today becomes a reality. I immediate bought a kindle version, while I wait two weeks for my paperback to arrive and I was struck by the symphony of voices that jump out of this anthology, from so many parts of the world. The beauty, the pain, the nostalgic and the traumas, all singing out from these pages. This is a big book and a gigantic undertaking for our beloved publisher, Gabriela. Bravo!! Bravo!!
Indulge me:) please! I am way too into helium balloons for my own good:) but..one Sun balloon today deserves to be immortalized on film. He has been flying mid level for an entire day, without touching either the ceiling or the floor. He hovers like a spaceship in one place for minutes at a time and then takes off and (would you believe it? ) falls in love!!:) Just click Play to see what I am talking about…to the sublime music of Angelo Badalamenti (May he rest in Peace) “Falling” from Twin Peaks I give you “Balloon in Love”
Please Click Play to hear me recite the poem to the music that inspired it: “Bluest Blues” by Dirty Dom (Dan Sverdlin… a dear friend from the past.)
“Blue” by Dale Innis on Midjourney
Bluest Blues
Time and time again I gave you the ultimatum to not come around me any more. I said, “Just leave me alone, in my small dark corner of the world, I don’t need to remember you, I don’t need to cry again today.” Stop this flood of imagery, that sweeps me out of sleep and stands me up in the curtained window trying to pray. Because, what once walked away better stay away. The wave you waved behind, like I’ll see you around sometime still haunts my nights and days.
The bluest Blues was what you left behind for me to find. It got painted on my walls, dressed me in its darkest shades so deep and made me think of the ocean where one can go to eternally sleep. If I knew you had plans to return, I wonder what I’d do? Probably not even believe you… Probably just cover my ears and walk far away from you.
Do you have any idea how the daylight looks now to me? The baddest blue hues are swaying off all the clouds and trees and not you or anyone prepared me for what I would finally see, The blood of my broken heart, now the bluest blue painting everything wildly in abstract zig zag paths, running down the front of me… the saddest bath.
Because, what once walked away better stay away, The wave you waved behind, like I’ll see you around sometime when you knew you’d never see me again, still haunts my nights and days. Take your Blues away from me, don’t send me messages of please forgive me, in your plaintive riffs, your crying guitar just it let be…and take all the shades of blue away with you. Don’t try to talk me into anything, just because I can’t stop listening to your music on a loop.. It’s over, it’s gone, leave it lie where it fell into the Truth ……bluest Blues,
Karima Hoisan January 22,2023 Costa Rica
*Footnote: DD’s music is a muse for me. I was not planning on writing anything today…and then I heard this track….. My wild birds outside volunteered to sing back ups at a few strategic points and I said, “Sure” because they were in the right key:)
“Zoom” by Dale Innis on Midjourney Click Play to hear me recite it to “Chill Latin Salsa Café Dinner Lounge Instrumental Music”
My Syncopated Life
Syncopated Life how it gets away from me, before I even sign on the dotted line lunch is served and I need to leave.
That’s my life in a nut shell going to hell rata tatat like I’m on an automatic track.
It all goes by so fast each week before my eyes, I’m running here and sitting there and then, its the weekend again; Time flies.
Syncopated multitasking multilevel day, Run run run, with the path of the sun because I need to have it done Yesterday.
All you see of me is a blurry whirl speeding by, I’m, like a tornado on heels, the real deal Living in all the lanes my syncopated life.
There is a secret that I keep and I will tell you true, I’m fast burning out I’m about to shout Someone put the skids on me won’t you?
Then running to the galleries cuz that’s my fun, Gotta swim swim my laps before I collapse eat my lunch cuz its all good for me in the long run.
Dashing to the barber and the baker and the vet, Catch the soccer game at the stadium always the same Writing out a shopping list while dancing my Zumba set.
No doubt, my syncopated life, will probably kill me, I can’t keep up the pace and put on a good face Going to have a major breakdown if I can’t get free.
That’s my life in a nut shell going to hell rata tatat like I’m on an automatic track.
There is a secret that I will tell you true, I’m about to shout that I’m fast burning out Someone put the skids on me won’t you?
Ad lib…
I need to stop this running ‘round and put my feet up in the air, Do yoga repeats and no more double-time beats So if you see me coming, grab hold of me and keep me there
Too much zoom zoom zoom and all mixed up that’s my life in a nut shell going to hell rata tat tat like I’m on an automatic track……
Drum Roll……….
Hi everybody,
announcing the arrival of Klara Part Three, hot off the YouTube presses.
This is the last part of The Klara Trilogy.
For those of you who have not seen Klara Part One or Klara Part Two, you can find them here: Klara Part One and Klara Part Two
Also, more information on my blog post with more details on the story Klara on WP Please watch it, Fullscreen in 1080 HD and good sound.
It’s a relaxing 8 minute story and it ends here. Dale & I hope you will enjoy our efforts:)
If you did, likes and comments are much appreciated here or on YouTube.
Sit back and relax and watch Part Three, the end of the journey for our Klara:)
Enjoy!!
Please Click Play to hear me recite this poem to the instrumental of “Fade into You”by Mazzy Star
Pure Love
For Umahmad
Look at us in living color staring back from an onyx picture frame The best I could find at the time, but nothing was good enough to hold the reality of who we were in that place, we were both in, at the time, who we grew to be in the desert nights with the curtains blowing wild and free. The most subtle pure love of an entire lifetime. Against all predictions… just for each other. Pure love.
At leisure and in comfort we let our smiles speak for us Just when the lens caught our moment sublime, I had already captured it in my mind. You squeezed my hand; It was something we did when we walked up and down the cobbled streets together. Nothing can erase that memory, especially Time. “Here we are; we exist,” you could hear us saying “Oh and we know what love is, at its purist.” You don’t need to explain a thing, nor do we to you What is…just is and only comes once if you are so lucky, in a lifetime… Pure love.
Pictures may fade but not the feelings; they get put away to get on with our day, but when the lights are low, how easy it is to remember every detail, and fall into the flooding imagery, letting go, in a relentless river that flows to the very end of our story. This is the poster we made for our movie, without having any idea, what an Epic it would be. Traversing countries and the Atlantic Ocean just so much stranger than fiction, you and me. And I want the world to know; it was pure love from the day I met you,
until I put you in the ground and let you go. Pure love,
Please click PLAY to hear me recite it to some great Blues by Dirty Dom (a dear friend)
D D’s version of “I Loved Another Woman” by Peter Green
Charismatic Magic
Where did you leave your charismatic magic when you decided to get old? Did you stuff it in a second hand bin while you changed into some snarky clothes? and that’s the problem…you don’t care You keep looking for your magic where it’s not there.
Now you don’t even trip the light fantastic You’re asleep in front of the TV’s bluish glare. Before the moon can crawl over the horizon you put your self away until the light of day… and that’s the problem…you don’t even care You keep looking for your magic every wrong where.
What happened to your impossible dreams just because your hair turned to snow-white ? Did you give up that trip of a lifetime you were gonna take just because the seven dwarfs came to you one night? and that’s the problem…you don’t even care and you’ll never find your magic, looking there!
Grab a hold of yourself, I’m asking you real polite, because the magic you always had, well it’s still inside. Shake yourself out of the Sleeping Dream state tonight and wake up; skip out your door, dance a tango outside.
And repeat after me I still got my charismatic magic, it’s just hidden away inside I can feel the magic waking up, It’s yelling, ” I’m not dead; I’m still alive!” Reach in right now and hug it tight, it’ll stay with you, if you keep it in your sight. Repeat after me..my charismatic magic is always here; it never went anywhere……..
Digital Rabbit Hole 