Tag Archives: Dreaming

In The Night of My Calling

Posted on October 29, 2023 by Karima Hoisan

“Monochrome Girl” by Dale Innis on Midjourney AI In The Night of My Calling In the night of my calling. I only pretended to be awake. Something deep inside me that has never awakened kept holding me down at the … Continue reading →

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Fire and Smoke

Posted on July 9, 2023 by Karima Hoisan

                                 “Open Door” by Dale Innis on Midjourney Fire and Smoke For Umahmad I won’t close that door…as if I ever could. I know it’s all up to me, but honestly is it …really? Do you not play a part … Continue reading →

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Wake Her Up!

Posted on May 13, 2023 by Karima Hoisan

I am so thrilled to announce that my poem Wake Her Up! is now live on MasticadoresIndia. Thank you Terveen Gill, for choosing it and for all your great work that you do on this wonderful site. I am beyond … Continue reading →

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Dreaming Humanity

Posted on December 29, 2022 by Karima Hoisan

Waiting To Be Born by Dale Innis on Midjourney Dreaming Humanity In our world of fast morphing hours, shapelessness is only a transition into being, the first molding of a glorious possibility. Look deep into Design and see, everything slowly … Continue reading →

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In Dreams

Posted on May 18, 2021 by Karima Hoisan

“just like it was taught to me…” In my dreams, I can run and I run up unknown stairs, flight after flight. I talk to people in crowded city streets… No one wears masks, and we have not yet had … Continue reading →

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Only In Their Dreams

Posted on January 25, 2021 by Karima Hoisan

Only in Their Dreams Is it possible, that the little song bird, dreams of soaring and flying, when he looks towards the sunset on the horizon and sees those pelicans barely flapping, gliding so close to the waves, the spray … Continue reading →

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