Welcome to Laurie’s Substack: “The Art of Being a Painter, Writer, and Mother”
(31) Our Little House – by Laurie Hollman,PhD Hello everyone. Here is a link to a post on my Substack that will give you an idea of what you will find in my new book coming out: “We are All in All of Us in Love and War,” a collection of my poems associated…
Read MoreComing Soon: “The Impasto Effect” Laurie Hollman’s suspenseful debut novel
This painting by Laurie is the book cover. A Must-Read Story The Impasto Effect follows Cecilia, a gifted young Jewish woman who struggles to reconcile the many identities imposed upon her: successful model, brilliant student, devoted daughter, aspiring artist, and inheritor of a painful historical legacy. The novel opens around Cecilia’s high school graduation, where…
Read More“WE ARE ALL OF US IN LOVE AND WAR” bridging poetry and paintings by Laurie Hollman
Coming soon is Laurie’s collection of poetry and paintings. Each poem is paired with a painting. Together the pairs become a moving sequence bringing to life loving during peacetimes and transitioning to loving persisting during wartimes. When love endures in the aftermath of war, the long healing process becomes less and less daunting because…
Read MoreCOMING SOON!! Laurie’s Debut novel: “The Impasto Effect”
“THE IMPASTO EFFECT’ Laurie Hollman This complex, well-crafted novel tells a compelling story about the burden of unresolved identity and the complications of long-held secrets. A young woman, Cecelia, struggles to reconcile an emerging artistic identity with a conflicted past. She feels best when she calls herself Ceci. This novel is both a…
Read More“Love, Colors and Shapes”
“Love, Colors, And Shapes” By Laurie Hollman The Brussels Review Read More Love Transformed love worn by war doesn’t end, but dwells bevels round in fragile forms transforms love in tangled dreams of what once was— in tangled dreams of rolling hills greens awash with lavenders …
Read MorePoem and Painting: “White Echoing”
White Echoing White wet snow lovingly tempts my eye outside my window to white footsteps sloping up white fur following white taps looming in flakes echoing warmly in cold air. Dry greens lovingly lift my eye on an even horizon above the opaque hill to stately trees echoing warmly in cold air.
Read MoreSix Word Short, Short Stories
A cold day. A shared pocket. Must we meet again? Ciao
Read MoreA Lily in Darkness: Exiled Voices
Darkness comes to each hour filled with crooked things unhinged petals made bitter wreaking in war. Not thinking anesthetized we lapse loose in dialogue varied in length beyond understanding. A female lily with a secret eye, rises in black still water lacking light before nightfall in the perilous pond. Exiled eyes thirst…
Read MoreWomen’s Rights Anthology “Rights at Risk: 19 Amendments to Liberation”
“I’d like to tell you something I’ve never told anyone,” says a trembling young woman. “It’s been locked up inside me for so long like a hinge in my gut that won’t swivel. It’s a moveable joint linking thoughts, but it’s clamped shut and I want to connect whatever has been frozen in my belly…
Read MoreThe Reunion (California Quarterly: California Poetry Society)
The Reunion Foggy clouds flirt freely furtive fluffs Then—russet sundrops weightless in their rendezvous with the creamy clouds. Scud, sliding in the distance nearly vanishing into silence–warm with milk. Such a reunion on an otherwise ordinary day.
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