A Mixed Tape Love Song for Scott (in his own words) I’m here, I’m here, not heroic but I try. I’ve got this disease and I’m just rattling through life.…
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…
Untitled, And Still Unoriginal This is just to tell you that I will not Write to you anymore. How could I? For two hours I wrote down, in my voice,…
William Wordsworth has always been my favorite poet. And of his poems, the Lucy series is my favorite. This one in particular has always stuck with me: When my dad…
When I was in high school, I loved poetry. Poems covered my two closet doors in my bedroom, and I loved to read and write poems. Of the few things…
I’m going to tell you a secret. Are you ready? In my next book which is on submission, there is a secondary character named Marigold. She goes by Mari. Mari…
Pretty Cool Poetry is back! It’s been a while, but this week I’m back with one of my own poems. Actually, it’s a series of poems I wrote about a…
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…
Some lighthearted verse today inspired by the candy jar in my classroom… The Purple Jolly Rancher Sitting in a crowded bag Or in a glass bell jar Or in…
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,…
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;…
In honor of Thanksgiving and the revival of Gilmore Girls, I reminisce about my sadness at the end of the series and my thankfulness for the upcoming four-part event that…
Today I want to share one of my own poems that I think is pretty cool. Inspired by Death Cab for Cutie’s Coney Island and my own trip to Coney…
I do not hear American singing, only lonely cries I hear, Those of the retiree, forced to work as a cashier at Home Depot, not as it should be, exhausted…
After a painfully long Monday, it’s now Tuesday. I don’t even have the effort for a sad workplace cartoon. I also don’t have enough 2015 books to discuss. Certainly not…
Ode to Truffles a poem for Molly O! Little bite of chocolate, So velvety and smooth. A bite, and then I wait As you become A rich, chocolate blanket covering…
Ode to Coney Island The subway car empties little by little at each stop. It travels slowly over rickety rails, gasping for breath in the chilly air. “Last stop, Coney…
Crazy how you make it all alright, Love. You quench my heart, and you quench my mind– All I could hope is to have you. I was kissing you, you…