Caitie Hartmanmarch 26 2019my spirit is back. at least she’s circling around, trying to find a place to land.May 10, 2021May 10, 2021
Caitie Hartmanfrom november 25 2018the bags under my eyes carry the weight of the unseen, the tremors and terrors and sleepless nights, the worry, the doubt, the joy, the…May 10, 2021May 10, 2021
Caitie Hartmanil ètais une fois, il y’avait Junethe crack of seltzer cans, sizzling in the afternoon sun. sweat streaming down your forehead, dripJun 19, 2019Jun 19, 2019
Caitie Hartmandear me,i am thankful for a variety of things. to which include the ability to move, to float, to dance, to sweat, to push, to fight, to take me…May 5, 2019May 5, 2019