(This week’s edition of A Creative Space features the beginning–a prologue–to the very first novel I wrote called Wild Cherries. I call it my ‘practice novel’ lol. It will never…
Trust Me (Part II) (read Part I HERE) …Somehow, I landed in some deserted, hilly no-man’s land. It was not familiar at all, and I was doubly confused as I…
Another #TBT and another look back at some love sonnets I’ve written. Lest you think last week’s poems were the end of my melancholy college years, there’s more! The first…
Happy Tuesday and Happy Pre-Valentine’s Day! I’m actually not a big fan of Valentine’s Day. (I’m a bigger fan of the day after: Single’s Awareness Day) lol. But, I do…
He always came to her in her dreams. She could never see his face, but in the strength of his arms, her fears evaporated into the night air. Each time…
Every day I hang them up when I come home. Mine on the left. Hers on the right, always a sign to me that she’s home. Waiting for me. But…
He came down to the shoreline to meet her at the appointed time. He had suggested sunrise, secretly hoping it would lead to an entire day together. She had paused–ever…
She’d been going to the coffee shop at the corner every Saturday for almost a year. She took her work on some days, and on other days she just had…
While young children squealed in glee over discovered Easter eggs filled with chocolates and rainbow colored jelly beans and families gathered together in laughter around extravagant brunch tables, she brought…
A Mixed-Tape Love Poem by Leslie Hauser Crazy how you make it all alright love. You quench my heart, and you quench my mind- All I could hope is to…
Lists In the morning sunlight at a kitchen table This extraordinary girl makes lists: Sugar, milk, and eggs; A red-hooded sweatshirt and a jumbo pack of gym socks; Light bulbs,…
It’s always such a tiny box, thrown in at the last minute. You hardly pay attention to it and never read its infinite wording. Because it never matters. Nothing…
I moved to California at the beginning of fourth grade, and it didn’t take me long to find a cute, blond-haired boy to fall in love with. He was the…
Okay, so it’s not technically a poem, but it is poetic… Love Love is the younger sister of Patience, Courage, and Beauty. She depends on her older sisters for survival;…
The packed SUV sped down the road. It was midday. Tomorrow would be Christmas Day. She should have been zooming toward him. Instead, she watched each matchstick tree pass, becoming…
Welcome to Round 1 of Literary Battles. Reading and writing are both constant battles for me. It’s not that I don’t enjoy them, but there’s always something to ruin the…
Twenty years ago they made the pact. If neither found their true love, they’d meet at the garden bench. It was no cliché to them. This is where they’d met,…
The unusual November heat led her to the beach. With a single toe, she drew a heart in the wet sand. The autumn tide would soon wash it away, but…
Love is the younger sister of Patience, Courage, and Beauty. She depends on her older sisters for survival; they feed her and clothe her. Love can be a difficult sibling,…
I moved to California at the beginning of fourth grade, and it didn’t take me long to find a cute, blond-haired boy to fall in love with. He was the…
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