As an author, she focuses on Celtic and ocean themes for her mysterious, adventure-filled romances. But then, you NEVER know what might arise on the high seas…
Heidi Kortman’s published work features an eclectic mix of devotionals, short stories, flash fiction, and poetry. Her subject matter ranges from science fiction to everyday life and mixes the spiritual with the practical and mundane.
Hedge of Thorns: Maneuvering “If you’re in a mood to stay dry, and get what medical help I know how to give, get yourself through my front door.” I walk away, only glancing back when I hear scuffling behind me. Burdened under a pack and a cylindrical container, he’s crawling on his hands and one
Hedge of Thorns: Tumble The mixing bowl and flour canister are already on the table. Exposing the banked coals lets flame lick kindling, and soon there’s enough fire to make biscuits in the Dutch oven, the way mom did. Whatever killed Grandpa took her two weeks later, and it was my lot to step up
Hedge of Thorns: Delirium A distant raven caws, and I continue my climb past the low cairn marking Grandpa’s grave. In his last delirium, when Mom had to tie him to the bed, Grandpa’s words were not about thirst. “Put a hedge of thorns around it. Hedge of thorns….” “Why, Grandpa? Mom, he’s not making
Hedge of Thorns: Rocks I picked rocks, countless rocks. None of them were diamonds, that would have paid for the art education I craved. I’d sneak away from the wall-building work detail and sketch as often as I dared. Grandpa caught me at it, and on my nineteenth birthday gave me a cruel gift: a
Carry the Cross: A Lent Anthology I have the privilege of being a contributor to this Lent themed anthology of devotionals and poetry written by members of Word Weavers of West Michigan. Follow the link to order copies, or contact me directly if you would like your copy signed. https://tinyurl.com/yc449y92:
Hedge of Thorns: Beginning I hated every minute of those re-enactment weekends Grandpa dragged me on. The year the axle broke on our horse cart, we had to wait on the pass in plain sight among the volcano-toppled timber, still ash-buried after decades, while the rest of the party located a blacksmith and forge. The
The Gardens of Digby Green: Hillside Cottages Ray did his best to use screening traffic as he followed Green’s pickup. The option didn’t last long. State Road 30 angled off into the countryside. Ray slowed, believing that more distance between the vehicles would be less likely to irritate his quarry. He’d have to confront the
The Gardens of Digby Green: Destination Spicy aromas venting from the restaurant kitchen stirred Ray’s appetite even though it hadn’t been that long since he’d eaten. Did he want tacos, or enchiladas? He flipped open his wallet, and started counting the bills inside. Ray heard an engine, and looked up. Whew. The passing vehicle wasn’t
The Gardens of Digby Green: Hiring The timing of a traffic light ensured that Ray didn’t miss Digby’s turn onto 6th Street. He followed, passing a couple of businesses before Digby pulled into the lot of CJ Future’s Lawn and Landscaping. The property was large, and Ray could park away from Digby’s truck, as the
The Gardens of Digby Green: Unexpected Stop Two cars rolled out of the truck stop lot between Digby and Ray, and that wasn’t bad, but when a semi crossed into the same lane, Ray tensed. The highway signs were marked 680, and he knew Digby would be forced to turn onto State Road 29 soon,
