You may find yourself… One day I woke up here and the sun was spilling into our bed in what seemed to be huge buckets of yellow and orange paint. We had breakfast together and then went outside into the garden. People come in and out of your life for a reason I come here […]
Category Archives: Addiction
Forever loved by all
The day we said goodbye to Glenn started as a sunny day like the day before, but slowly turned into a complete washout. The family was drained from Glenns impoverishment and his goodbye was limited to a small memorial service and a rent-a-priest in the funeral home. I don’t believe his cremation even took place […]
A Glenn Hartman Salute
REMEMBERING A BROTHER Middle Child Syndrome Everyone has their own favorite personal stories of Glenn. The fifth born, third son of George and Joan Hartman. Everyone remembers his mischievous smile, his happy laugh, his love of life, his beautiful children and his flirtations with the law and his health. He was born into a home […]
Envelope Art
Click on above art for full view then hit back to go back to gallery. Glenn was just like his mom. He was a letter writer. Our brother spent more than half his life in jail. He spent a lot of that time drawing with pencil, crayon, pen or anything he could get his hands […]
Glenn Hartman 10-26-62 to 8-17-14
things i will never regret:
Almost dying from osteomyelitis at 2 years old. Starting to drink at an early age. Joining a colorful musical cult. Failing some most math subjects at school. Hating my mother. Almost being abandoned in California by my mother. Doing LSD. Having nine siblings. Experimenting with life-crushing poverty. Almost dying while trying to swim across Farrington […]
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I’ve spent a lot of time in twelve step meetings the past thirty years and some of what I was “taught” has stuck. One of the things was, that, as long as you are drinking, drugging or acting out consistently and compulsively, you fail to grow emotionally. So in theory, if I began my journey […]
sobriety
when you have nothing you have everything only you find that out much later love is a sandwich on the cutting board or a hot coffee on cold concrete slipped out his plastic card and charged his freedom a poets eyes see’s reflections in the windows fog on the pond tenderness in a drive-by shooting […]
Letter to Glenn
Dear brother Glenn we miss you and love you. I’m wandering a field of dizzy dreams called earth. Come back you damn fool. Where ever this gripping addiction has taken you. Back from the depths of deadness. YOU and your damn nine life’s. (like a cat) This isn’t you brother!!! You’re better than this. We […]
the poets childhood
i never really tasted death but addiction is as close to hell as you ever wanna be I WOKE UP today stretched out uncovered in the middle of winters open window full of overflowing filling spilling GrAtiTude. Thanks mom for molesting me Thanks dad for never fucking being there and because of that now, when […]