Announcing: Keweenaw Art Walk Publication

08/10/202608/10/2026 / Liz H-H / 14 Comments

It came, and it’s available on Amazon! From the writers of the Carrot Ranch Literary Community & the beautiful pen & ink captures of Jerome Patryjak comes reverence (in exactly 99 words each) of the Great Lakes and surrounding lands.

This is the 3rd year of this annual art walk; artists and writers are lined up for Sept ’26. I am honored to have been involved in this project, and offer one of my responsive pieces, to share the quality & layout of the book.

And yes, my pieces are about spirits in nature. S’prise!

Here’s a list of the artists featured in this collection: Susan Budig, Colleen Chesebro, Michael B. Fishman, Liz Husebye Hartmann, D. Slayton Avery, Sue Spitulnik, Tammy L. “TOF” Gajewski, Jerome Patryjak, and head buckaroo Charli Mills. Also, much appreciation to the photographer, Ariele Pizzo, and book designer, Laura Smyth.

© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2026)

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Kitchen Witches

01/09/2024 / Liz H-H / 20 Comments

“Oh for Pete’s sake, Jory,” Andy groaned, watching the multi-colored candies spread across the kitchen floor. He sighed as the remaining pieces rattled and rolled under the refrigerator. The following silence? Continue reading →

WWJD?

12/14/2023 / Liz H-H / 15 Comments

“I want it!”

“You got it last Christmas. This one’s mine, Bitch!”

“Come and get it, Loser!” Continue reading →

Sweet Memory

12/04/2023 / Liz H-H / 10 Comments

Carrots. Original public domain image from Wikimedia Commons

American tourists with roots in rolling mountains and cows mooing in Norwegian dialects, they assumed it was fine: drive up to the rural farm, request a tour. Continue reading →

Pomegranate

11/25/202311/26/2023 / Liz H-H / 13 Comments

The Huntress’ narrow prow cuts through darkness,

The only sound a plashing single paddle.

Destination known, she’s grateful to see nothing

Below the river’s surface. Continue reading →

A Place Where Stories Begin

11/16/202311/17/2023 / Liz H-H / 15 Comments

So, Charli Mills, over at Carrot Ranch, has challenged us to write a story, in exactly 99 words, that begins with “Once Upon a Time.” Or something from another culture or from our own pickled brains, that invites the reader to enter that space where stories begin. So, of course, I present to you three microflashes that I hope are fun.

Nope, Nu-uh

Once upon a time, in the before times when tigers smoked, and fish farted unicorns on black sandy beaches, before Noah built his ark and the Wright brothers flew their plane, an egg hatched. Continue reading →