Earlier, I posted about my poem, Your Treasure that debuted on Spilllwords.com today
For those who have not read it there, you can find it Here
Thanks to comments from Jimmy, Mark, Belavar, Ilan, Mal, and others, I have recorded it here to the beautiful piano cover by RBO of the song”Mi Historia Entre Tus Dedos.
Click Play Above & Enjoy!
Karima Hoisan
Nov. 12, 2022
Costa Rica
I am pleased to announce my poem, “Your Treasure” is up on Spillwords.com today.
I am very grateful to Dagmara K. Director of Development
and the entire editing team for choosing to publish my poem.
This one has a very personal history, that I have shared in a post I wrote in July
of last year, about a Rumanian refugee poet who went by the name of Lonely Wolf
Although I felt an immediate connection to her poetry…it was a struggle to really
get to know her.
I share with you, “Your Treasure”
How I wanted to climb your high-walled soul,
As I sensed you had something hidden inside,
Something brilliant and battered in gold
Pounded to compassion in a priceless design.
Please go to Spillwords to read the rest of “Your Treasure”
Toucans on Rain Forest River by William Patterson
Please press play to hear my spoken word version of the poem
Music by The Darkest Cello Music_ Beginning to End Hendyamps Studios
Toucans: Flying free in my yard
Toucans crying in the dying light,
of a rainy afternoon
No orange glow on the treetops below,
the creek that slides through the rain forest
is soaked in mist, by the falling curtains
of powdered clouds in this season of the rain.
The birds call out, they sound so sad
like they can’t pick up their souls
from the jungle floor..and every note pierces my heart
until I too I cry out in my poetry,
from this little room on the mountain top
such a tragedy the Toucans wail,
and I know, oh I know,, what they mean.
This will all be gone too soon they cry
The trees, the solitude, the peace, the harmony,
Nature has looked after itself, so well,
but sad to say that other plans bring humanity,
And when the developers with their machinery
carve a golf course from a piece of paradise
and then build many rooms of luxury;
there will be nothing left to recognize…
this moment is another time that can no longer be or… survive.
I take a picture in my mind, my lenses bathed in tears…
The Toucans saw it first and tried to warn us with their cry.
Karima Hoisan
Nov, 8, 2022
Costa Rica
Hi everyone,
I am excited to share with you a 30 minute version of Inworld Review that was filmed live yesterday. Inworld Review is made weekly and is the definitive media talk show for all that is virtual on The Open Simulator grid (which is basically all virtual worlds outside of Second Life.
The actual show, created and hosted by Mal Burns with co-host, Thirza Ember was two hours long.
I tried to show some highlights of our talk.. Both Dale and I were honored to be invited as special guests. I have included the clips of what we discussed and I hope you will enjoy watching snippets of the show.
Mal & Thirza are very well-known and loved in the virtual hypergrid community.
Thank you again for featuring our collaborations in this area. It was great fun to be on:)
Enjoy!!
Uber-Ballooner
Passion has come in many forms
over the years..
but lately my passion is
something new, that flies
hovers dips and floats away
then returns
(when I’m distracted)
to my room.
Quixotic, friends of the air,
light and in harmony,
gravity can barely touch you..
as you sail on the…
open- window- corridors of draft,
the cross -current snake wind,
that makes you spin all of a sudden
as you float out the door…to rise higher in the
living room, dipping your heads under the
rafters and joyously explore.
Helium Balloons.
I love you all, but I do admire
the shiny beauties, even more
made of mylar (sighs)
I adore you, my mylar,
that seals in all the helium
and keeps you
flying for weeks… for months.
I tie extra long ribbons to you
that you might gracefully
sweep the floor.
I have 7 floating now..
but 7 is hardly enough,
to make you (or anyone) feel you are
underwater when you enter
my room.
(This scene is what I’m working towards)
and would take 3 times 7 or 21,
gorgeous bobbing mylar shapes
To complete my desired effect!
Then, when entering my doorway,
you would need to part the waving
ribbons, like you were below the sea
with Men-of-War (Portuguese)
that instead of stinging, would
delight you as their ribbony
appendages brush your bare arm
when you sit below, admiring,
all around you, their hypnotic flow,
while relaxing in an overstuffed chair.
I am moving now to the second level..
dare I say higher?
I am contemplating a helium tank
in my future but the kind that brings
Life (not Eternal Sleep) and can keep
all my loved ones afloat FOREVER.
These are the dreams of an Uber-Ballooner,
to sit back and survey all those graceful
sea creatures, forming a kelp bed, (over the bed)
A waving mass of delicate satin tentacles
air-born bodies, gaseous friends (!?!)
who are magnets for awe, fun and delight.
“Oh I want to show you something new….
Just follow me, it’s in my room”
Karima Hoisan
Nov. 5, 2022
Costa Rica
The Repo Man by Dale Innis
Repossessed
(A frightening thought for Halloween)
I’ve considered this before..
if all is merely rented here
(a truth that I’ve already seen)
then even my creativity
can be cancelled on the spot
and is subject to be sent elsewhere
if I don’t use it, when it comes to me.
If I put it aside until another day
another hour, a better mood
after I eat, or sleep or watch TV
but then some day, I could receive
a double knock upon the door
“I’m here to collect your creativity.
it’s obvious you don’t use it anymore.”
I believed, in error, it would still be there
tomorrow, or the next, forever and a day.
I presumed it exclusively mine to use,
or abuse; let the moss grow on my frontal cortex,
I never read the fine print clause in hindsight
“Your creativity is a gift given… but if you don’t
use it, you lose it and therefore.. all creative rights”
Karima Hoisan
October 30, 2022
Costa Rica
From way back in 2018…in the spirit of Halloween:)
Even a vampire has a heart… sometimes.
We don’t need to drain Every cat in the woods…
Now and then we take them in and make them pets,
and yes…put silly hats on them for Halloween!
Oh how we love them, like only a vampire can!
One who has seen Life and Death all together…
Who has crossed over and yet, for some hours each night
looks into those cat eyes so trusting and alive…
and feels the warmth of its fur…
against our chilled skin
our frozen faces.
Yes we love them in our way…
So, we put them down…and walk off into the woods
to find something else, a small reprieve, from the iciness…
of our empty veins.
Karima Hoisan
October 27, 2022
Costa Rica
PS and for the occasion (and possibly longer) my new Gravatar:)
“Field Trip” by Dale Innis
Field Trip
Sheldon on the left,
was the first to go in.
“I can learn about new things
I’m bigger than the rest.”
Cindy stands in awe
she saw this in a dream
her feet patter on the wood
“Horsie,” she whispers.
Trina is impressed with height
her house is small and low
“How do they get the lights up there?”
She ponders in that jumbo room
Skye is now border-line afraid.
His teacher is not there at all…
The men in that TV are very scary
“Mommy!!!!!!!” he calls.
Karima Hoisan
October 26, 2022
Costa Rica
Hi everybody,
announcing the arrival of Klara Part Two, hot off the YouTube presses.
For those of you who have not seen Klara Part One, you can find it here:
Klara Part One and also my blog post for more details on the story Klara on WP
Please watch it, Fullscreen in HD and good sound. It’s a relaxing 8 minute story
If you enjoyed it, Likes and comments are also very appreciated on YouTube.
Sit back and relax and watch Part Two, the continuing journey of our Klara:)
Enjoy!!
“Deep Roots” by Dale Innis
Deep Roots
In the hazy bogs of my floating sleeping mind
life survives; in the mist even at night
it somehow always survives,
in some form or other it goes on.
Some life is unknown and unseen
too small for our peering eyes
to peek in on and actually perceive
But I imagine how it might be
In the law of this microscopic land,
the sheriff rounds up the most obvious
bad inclinations and they are forever banned.
Supple, goodness is free to flick in watered bliss
it’s like living in floating jello, but colorless
The only color they have ever seen is green
wisps and little legs wrap on to the big green trees
that grow so high,
they’re out of sight,
but for the tiny world below they are
centerpieces, giant landmarks
that mark off whole galaxies
of diminutive cities teeming with life
All can hug them cling and mold to them and be safe
The tiny tiny-life-forms love to discuss
incessantly if they have any end at all
some put forth an idea called infinity
but some are sure they are just finitely tall.
Quite by accident, a teeny complex-cell thing
was scooped up by a fish
who swam to the surface to feed on
Mayflies, who were singing and dying
on top of the water, on their last hurrah
all day and all night.
The minute, minuscule unwilling little thing
was thrown out into the lake,
almost losing its head on
monstrously large, the size of an island,
desperately beating pale pieces of wing.
It looked around, like an astronaut
in discovery of something immense and new;
what it saw was so unfamiliar, so beyond
its shores of limited life lessons
it fainted at the sight of these gargantuan
glowing pods, that lit up the world
in a never before seen, eye wrenching color.
Red.
It was the last thing on its lips,
before falling weighted by lifeless insects
back to the shallow bottom of its universe
it’s ordered, familiar home with green trees
anchored to the murky sands 30 meters below.
Its first thought was, while coming to,
“If I say what I saw, the sheriff
might run me off for being
dangerously delusional.”
and it bit its tongue
never saying a word about those
beacons of red, that flung
their bulging walls wide open…
and there was light.
He hypothesized, when they
drew in onto themselves,
that must be the night.
He never told a single-celled soul
that those trees were just holding
a hundred suns in place, so there could be light
and that was the reason why,
all the itty bitty things, like him
survived in the misty sludge,
at the bottom of their
very polluted lake…even at night.
Karima Hoisan
October 21, 2022
Costa Rica
*Footnote..I think I must have eaten something
very silly for dinner….and behold the consequences:)
Digital Rabbit Hole 