Woke up to subzero temps this morning, grateful that there is nothing…NOTHING…that requires me to go outside the house today. Yesterday, I returned overdue library books (a gothic horror novel by Elizabeth Hand, and a thick collection of Pablo Neruda poems), picked up a few grocery necessities, and got that teaspoon-sized dose of human interaction that’ll do me for about a week. Cuz Introvert. Continue reading
Eyes closed, I meander down grassy garden paths
Banks of roses nod and sing their fragrant earth song
Petrichor retreats under rosy rising sun
Sky yawns and stretches, a shell of robin’s egg blue Continue reading
Find the right tool
To deal with this fool
This meeting is running too long
Boomerang comes back
To cause me more flack
I just wish to stop new hire’s song Continue reading
Another year of Just Jot It January. Thank you Linda & crew for inspiration!
January 1, One-Liner Wednesday: “Let’s start the new year off right. Who wants a coffee?”
The Saga of Dreamy McBean
Had me a coffee
His name was McBean
Tall, dark and handsome
With a splash of some cream.
No work done this morning
Stayed up all the night
When I finish my second
I’ll be feelin’ alright.
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2025)
Hannanah looks hard in the mirror
As the cracked image fades with each shallowing breath. Continue reading
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The polished gemstone was arranged
To stand atop the sheet of foil
To yield clarity,
All his best lights gleaming. Continue reading
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2024)
i wandered the woods
seeking next steps
And instead found solace
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2024)
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2024)
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