Angus Swanson loved Maribel McIntyre
From near and afar
Since the beginning of time and every moment since
He was a yearbook photographer
She student editor on The Plains Weekly News.
Angus was cool and quiet
Mary the center of every broil Continue reading →
Norwegian Forest Cat
We write because it feels good,
Like after a long, exhausting hike
When you sit on your front steps
Watching the cat paw
For fresh grass under the snow.
And also because
We feel itchy and awful when we don’t…
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2023)
The spliff flared and hissed at midnight, lighting up Joel’s sharp features. He passed the butt to another hand hard as his own, exhaled, and pushed the swing back. The chains were icy in his fingers, but the pain felt good. Continue reading →
She smiled, waiting for the bell to ring, backside leaning against the desk, hands folded in her lap. She said nothing, no longer irritated by the heads bent over ill-concealed cellphones. They waited for release, too. Continue reading →
Workouts feel so great
When they’re finally over.
Snuggling cat agrees.