Feeds:
Posts
Comments

Archive for November, 2011

NOVEMBER

By Laura Hartmark     November clutters the leaves with cymbals, and my mouth with metal.     It’s the ashes, ashes, all fall down month.     Birds, and old humans who do not move south are more likely to die in November.     Rugs on the floor try to lie on their [...]

Read Full Post »

By Laura Hartmark It was in Carolyn Forché‘s poetry class that I heard the story of the Lebanese woman dressed to the nines in Chanel. I do not remember the woman’s name. She was a friend of the poet. The friend was leaving her home in Beirut during the war. Being killed by bullets or [...]

Read Full Post »

By Laura Hartmark   If there were a cookbook for breakups and makeups, it would be a mixtape. A series of sweet and sour sounds to fill the hungry ears, starved of the sweet nothings you really felt were something. And they were something.   This is like the Happy Meal girl  toy version. This [...]

Read Full Post »

By Laura Hartmark My reason for leaving Barcelona, I suppose, was that I have never been the class of people to remain in Barcelona. Barcelona has diamonds in its sidewalks. I have turquoise in my strong box. And so for four dollars there is a commuter train South out of Barcelona (the most too-beautiful-for-me city [...]

Read Full Post »

The Door of Hope

By Laura Hartmark My grandfather had another house. It was just something that always was. And the strangers who lived in this other house were like family to my grandfather, although they were not family.   If the images from cartoons are to be believed, they were criminals, all of them. Perhaps that is not [...]

Read Full Post »

By Laura Hartmark It is something I do to hear the voice of my grandfather. I find this video and wait for the german narrator to begin at minute 2:08 and end at 2:58. It is not my grandfather. My grandfather spoke in Norwegian. In fact, he hated everything german because of the war. But [...]

Read Full Post »

By Laura Hartmark Sitting in Spain in the Plaza Catalunya and staring up at an Armani billboard, I thought about the strange anomie of being a single mother. How does a mother act single? If single, must a mother go out at night to near-empty bars just to wait for nothing fantastic to happen in [...]

Read Full Post »

By Laura Hartmark The first time I came back to a dead car battery after my divorce it was raining big messy sploshes of rain-snow or snow-rain. The sky had nothing to offer that day but heavy over-committed snowflakes losing their cool. Splosh, splash and sploosh tried one after another to hold it together but [...]

Read Full Post »

Game

By Laura Hartmark     Musical Introduction brought to you by Swedes Singing Backward:   (which reminds me of my favorite home movie filmstrip as a child – “Susan eating cereal in fast backwards.” It was brilliant, and although I think the joke was about vomiting, it taught me to believe that time and space [...]

Read Full Post »

Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.