Harrison’s Release

12/08/202312/08/2023 / Liz H-H / Leave a comment

Humor is very hard to place.//Many thanks to Doug Jacquier and Witcraft.org // For accepting my sense of humor // And my alter-ego, Tessa Kjeldsdottir.

I was giving the Qtip a final twirl when my cousin Jonny hollered up to tell me that Harrison had been released from prison. At first I’d heard “Harry’s song had greased the prism,” which made no sense at all. But then I remembered the Qtip in my one good ear…

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© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2023)

The Throne

11/21/2021 / Liz H-H / 11 Comments

It could have been a field of flowers, apricot sunrise honeying all. It could have been a berry patch, spread round with her the center, fingers damp with morning dew. It might’ve even been a dragon’s hoard, doubloons spilling from ruby-studded chalices, heavy pendants on worked, chain necklaces, diamond and emerald tiara resting on her head, proclaiming her queen of all she surveyed. Continue reading →

Solit’s Web

11/20/201704/21/2018 / Liz H-H / 3 Comments

She’d climbed down the drainage tunnel, crawling due east, then straight down. That ladder better not end before the tunnel did. Beau had promised, Continue reading →