Tag Archives: Karima Hoisan

The Last Leaf

The Last Leaf It’s not for fear of falling that I cling, in the cold autumn rain, the pin-prick wind. It’s not for the drop that I know will be graceful, the floating, and sashaying gently down. To land once … Continue reading

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When I Fall Asleep…

When I Fall Asleep… When I fall asleep, I don’t remember my dreams of better days: The ones of my youth when hope was sewn into my chest with steel threads, When I believed all the shades of grey, that … Continue reading

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Even a Vampire Has a Heart…Sometimes

(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 … Continue reading

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Creation

I am so happy to announce that our (a joint building/scripting project with Dale Innis) is here to experience! I don’t want to say too much about it, because you should just ride it and live it yourself. It is … Continue reading

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Waiting To Be Seen

Here is another older one from 2008 Waiting To Be Seen ********************************* Leaf of the red rose passed over and stripped down, to force the blooming crimson glory in the crystal vase, her tight fit gown. I stared deeply at … Continue reading

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The Last Hour of Light

I want to record the breeze in the afternoon… The last hour of light, sitting in the entry -way, shelling green hummus, eating them raw like peanuts, passing the black coffee around in a pink thermos, to half -fill tiny … Continue reading

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Moved to Tears

Moved to Tears In the concert of our lives, sometimes those minor changes make tears blur our eyes. Perhaps something was just too beautiful to comprehend dry-eyed. Maybe it was too painful, too hopeless, too unkind… and we hear the … Continue reading

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