I recently came out with a new chapbook (small collection of poetry) called

As Light Ascends

. It is a collection of my poetry from the past 10 years. The poems, to me, represent my journey in search of connection. What I find is more questions and yet still also more solace.

Read some poems here:


As Light Ascends

" published in The LimeLight Libertine


Meditation on Duality

" published in Nomos Journal


Messages from the Sky


Here's what Gianna Russo said about it:

"As Light Ascends, the second chapbook of poems by Nyssa Rhiannon Hanger, reminds us to be attentive to the revolving world and to consider our place in it. In accessible, lovely, mostly lyric poems,Hanger returns again and again to our inter-woveness and ponders big philosophical questions:

How do we face the unknowable? What is our place on this earth? What good can we send into the world?

Ultimately, these poems affirm “It is wrong to believe/that emptiness means/that there is nothing.” In this heart-centered, spirit-full collection, Hanger’s poems open like “a thousand paper/petals waiting/to be released.”

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Day 75: A Beautiful Day

It has been pretty dreary the past few days that I am ecstatic to see blue skies again. There is nothing I love more than green trees with the bright blue sky behind it. Below is the view from my room at the office that I am getting to enjoy while doing computer work.

In fact, I love sites like this so much, I even wrote a poem about it years ago. It will be appearing in my upcoming chapbook,

As Light Ascends

, from

Beauty is Beauty Press

. Here's a preview:

Messages from the Sky

There is something to say

The view from my office window today

...makes work seem less like work somehow

about the contrast of colors

that occurs with sky and trees–

how that buoyant blue

is somehow made brighter

behind branches bursting

with green so graciously. 

Same with the shadowed

egg-shell shade of clouds

that slides with ease of water,

and the airplane in the distance,

disguised as a diamond

perched among peach petals

gently cascading on some

celestial scenery.

Above these sky-scenes

Heaven is sure to prove its transparency;

but from this terrestrial position

the impression is a perpetual fluctuation

between Eden and perfection.