Lisa Zaran Poems
- Talking To My Father Whose Ash...
- How We Are Pale scrapings of people with lipstick ringed ...
- Absolving The Eye We drink to the night. To tradition. To ...
- Rivers In the room where I learned how to lie, to cover my...
- Hair As if we have any answers. Still, we imply.
- Girl She said she collects pieces of sky, cuts holes out of...
- The Best Thing When I drive up to Cottonwood to see you,
Lisa Zaran (born Lisa Marie Hoie, September 26,1969) is an American poet, essayist, author and artist. Best known for her poetry collection, the sometimes girl, which was published in 2004 by Inner Circle Publishing. The vignette style poetry has been studied and translated at Haupt- und Realschule Grossheide which is located in Lower Saxony (Niedersachsen) in North-Western Germany. The course was taught by Frau Erdbrügger.
Born in Inglewood, Los Angeles, California to a Norwegian father, Leonhard Hoie and an American-Norwegian mother, Joan Ablett, Lisa was a middle child with two older siblings and one younger.
Zaran moved over forty times before the age of ... more »
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Talking To My Father Whose Ashes Sit In A Closet And Listen
Death is not the final word.
Without ears, my father still listens,
still shrugs his shoulders
whenever I ask a question he doesn't want to answer.
I stand at the closet door, my hand on the knob,
my hip leaning against the frame and ask him
what does he think about the war in Iraq
and how does he feel about his oldest daughter
getting married to a man she met on the Internet.
Without eyes, my father still looks around.
He sees what I am trying to do, sees that I
have grown less passive with his passing,
understands my need for answers ...