Apple

Arbor of cherry blossoms

A tiny nip to snap through skin.
A wider bite draws pale flesh in and rolls it expertly over the tongue.
Molar work seeks tart and sweet, drives flesh and juice to tumultuous release.
Swallow and savor the journey to core.
Thus settled, it satisfies, but really, you want more.
This, too, is love.

© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2024)

Remote For a Reason

Beyond the Volcano

Outside train station in summer, no train arrived yet

© Ayr/Gray

Student Memories

Felix watched his mistress from the warmth and safety of the window, as snow blew off in dense clouds and clumps, off the three story apartment’s roof and twirling in the pre-dawn sky.  Continue reading →