Winter Coat —Karima Hoisan

My mother’s winter coat falls on its own in the back of a closet on a warm day in June in a country she never knew; never pulled out, to shield her against a harsh and howling desert gust. For she was, born, raised and died A Milwaukee girl, her winters, longer and colder. ThisContinue reading “Winter Coat —Karima Hoisan”

Boom! Connection! —Karima Hoison

If it’s true what they now say, That my memories float off into the invisible everything, Trailing behind me and the earth all mixed up connecting, All of us to each other and every moment to every other; My joy is to tap into those swirling trails and bring down my poetry. Continue to readContinue reading “Boom! Connection! —Karima Hoison”