Lisa Hase


Most of my poetry is free verse. Some of it is formal, but formal poetry is not my strength. The most unique thing about my writing is that it comes from my personal perspective

I am often told I look at things straight on in my poetry and do not obfuscate. People consistently say that they feel like they are “right there” when they hear me read my poetry aloud.

While addiction is not in itself unusual, my style of writing about it, though subtle, is surprising and reveals emotional truths that factual writing and summation cannot achieve.


It was through reading that I came to writing. As a child, my mother allowed me to read as late at night as I wanted as long as I stayed in my room, and so, as the only child of a single mother who relocated more times than I can count, I found empathy, friendship, and permission to be my authentic self within the pages of such books as The Trumpet of the Swan and Stewart Little by E.B. White, The Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis, and The Dark is Rising series by Susan Cooper.

My mother and I moved from Kansas City, Missouri to Albuquerque, New Mexico, where she enrolled at the University of New Mexico. As the new kid on the block, it was hard to make friends or fit in. I found encouragement my first year of Junior High where, my homeroom teacher Mr. Cushman, promoted writing by offering students extra credit for work written outside of the regular curriculum. He kept a wire basket on a shelf that ran beneath the windows along the east wall of our classroom where students could turn in their writing projects, creative or otherwise.

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When I turned 14, I left Albuquerque to live with my father and step-mother in Topeka, Kansa. Though I still read voraciously, my relationship with writing fell away. I remember setting up a writing area in the corner of the basement with an old table as a desk and being told, since my step uncle would be living with us and staying in the basement, I was being selfish taking up space in the corner.

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