Poetry by Ava Love Hanna

Camp NaNoWriMo: Like Camp But With Words and Deadlines

March 31, 2017October 18, 2019Art, Essays, Playwriting, Poetry, Storytelling, WritingLeave a comment

I'm super excited to be participating in Camp NaNoWriMo this April. I'm primarily an essayist and poet, so I've never participated in NaNoWriMo (the attempt to write a 50,000 word novel in November). But, I stumbled across the Camp NaNoWriMo website and saw that it offered the flexibility to work on a variety of writing projects including poetry, and I was intrigued. It's free, fun, summer camp-themed, the t-shirts feature a Storysquatch, I'll have an excuse to eat "working" s'mores -- there's nothing that could make me love this more.

Modern Hestia - Feminist in the Kitchen - Ava Love Hanna

A Feminist in the Kitchen: Modern Hestia

March 8, 2017October 18, 2019Essays, Poetry, Spoken WordOne Comment

I’ve been thinking about Hestia lately, the virgin goddess of home and hearth. Basically, her story goes like this: she was pursued by both Apollo (the god of the sun) and Poseidon (the god of the sea), but rejected both of them and chose to remain a perpetual virgin in order to keep the peace. As a reward, Zeus gives her the duty of maintaining the fires of the Olympian hearth. Oh, and the hearth isn't portable, so she was rewarded with a life in the kitchen... forever.

Art Class - a spoken word poem by Ava Love Hanna

Spoken Word: Art Class

January 22, 2015July 5, 2017Poetry, Spoken Word, StorytellingLeave a comment

Share This:Anyone who knows me, knows I’m not a typical grown-up. I’m lucky enough to be married to an awesome audio engineer and he recorded me reading, Art Class, the poem I wrote to my son explaining this. Share This:

It’s Poetry Month!

April 3, 2014July 5, 2017Poetry, WritingLeave a comment

I'm a poet. I always have been. And even though my writing of late has moved towards essays and magazine articles (money), I will always be a poet. I love to talk and will spend hours chatting away in person, but when I write I am minimalist, I want to conserve words, I want crystallized moments to explode off the page in just a few sentences. I love the power of poetry. I love its beauty and its truth. And on days when the world seems ugly and gray, I remember that human beings can write poetry and how amazing that it is, and I am filled with hope again.

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July 31, 2013July 23, 2017Poetry, Spoken WordEnter your password to view comments.

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Poem: Parents

April 24, 2013November 10, 2014Poetry8 Comments

Share This:** Update: The audio track for this poem can be heard here: https://avalovehanna.com/spoken-word-parents/ I’m a poet. Well, I used to be…Well, I still am… I’m just writing more essays and less poetry lately. But, I paid a lot of money to study poetry at a private university, completed a 90 page Master’s thesis chock full of...