A Passion for WORDS

When I hold a pen in my hand I am like a tree ready to be tapped. Think of me as a Sugar Maple, having stored up last year's sunshine, weathered the winter wind and snow, and now in the days of chilly nights and warming afternoons I am ready to let my collected light seep out and the pen is the tap that pierces my bark. Without it, I would hold in all the goodness and light, the venom and tears, the sights I have seen . I would hide under my canopy of leaves until summer waned and I would return to my winter sleep without sharing a thing. Instead there is this moment of opening, this pale sugary sap that you can tip your tongue into or hold a bucket under to take home and boil down to its essence and taste and taste and taste.

Midnight River Poetry Collection 2016

National Poetry Convention 2016

Facilitating a FreeWriting Workshop at NFSPS  2016 Natiional Convention in Chaska, MN.

Midnight River, finalist for the 2017 Midwest Book Awards

Poetry on the Wall Awards 2015

The poem Struck appeared in Aqueous Magazine.

"Munitions" An UNCOMMON/WORD poem by Laura Hansen

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