Tag Archives: Muse

Slave For My Muse

Posted on August 7, 2022 by Karima Hoisan

Slave For My Muse Who’s in control here? Well we both know…you are. I give up my sleep, start my day without even a cup of coffee. Only for you, do I do the things I do. You tell me … Continue reading →

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“In One Puff” Featured on MasticadoresUSA

Posted on July 5, 2021 by Karima Hoisan

This beautiful  acrylic painting, Dissolving and Becoming, by my dear friend,Jan Betts, is the featured image for my first poem, published on MasticadoresUSA, Director re crivello, Editor, Gabriela Marie Milton. “In One Puff” was first published on my site in … Continue reading →

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When The Poem Arrives…

Posted on December 14, 2020 by Karima Hoisan

When The Poem Arrives I have felt it coming for days..and  yet…not a word has been put down,because it’s still on its way.Whatever it is, my muse wants to say,there is no hurrying that, or rushing to the end.No, I … Continue reading →

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The Muse Wants What it Wants

Posted on June 8, 2020 by Karima Hoisan

For Lance Sheridan (who knows his muse well) The muse wants what it wants. I might want to just lay some things to rest forever, in a cemetery of kindness where I can leave flowers but once a year. She … Continue reading →

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From Beyond

Posted on June 29, 2017 by Karima Hoisan

From Beyond for Akoviani Clear-eyed she channeled the universe in the middle of the night. Sometimes it took a special beat, a certain hypnotic twist of wrist, when the matrix door cracked open; only then… she could begin. Music, like … Continue reading →

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My poem is like my lover…

Posted on March 28, 2013 by Karima Hoisan

My poem is like my lover… My poem is like my lover locked in a back room. How can I leave it dangling, in such a state? Nothing can be more important than to ride it to a finish. This … Continue reading →

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