Lisa Zaran

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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.

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  • Natalie Tsacoumangos (7/31/2009 8:03:00 AM)

    Liza Zaran (that's how it was spelled on a pamphlet at Danville Community College) came to the local community college here. She read a few of her short poems and talked a little about how she began writing, and what it has meant to her. You could tell that she is very emotional about what she writes even if it is just a little one or two line statement. It has a very heavy meaning for her, and for many who read it. She encouraged me to be a little more brave about sharing things that I write. Now I just need to figure out how to get it out there for people to see!

  • Max Reif (7/19/2005 9:14:00 PM)

    I'm surprised to find no comments here. I find your poems fascinating. 'Intriguing', I was thinking, and the next second, came across that word in 'Hair'.
    You have a great facility for creating lines.
    Your poems go a bit beyond my rational ability to put them together, sometimes, but I feel it's a good stretch for me.
    I hope you'll post more as time goes on.

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Best Poem of Lisa Zaran

The Men In My Dreams

All the men in my dreams
are featureless.
I turn away and there they are.
Staring at me with their spotless faces.
I wish I could say
what color their eyes are
or whether they have straight teeth.
At first I think I am in love with them.
That perhaps they are my lovers.
But knowing tells me they are only there
to commit some small violence.
As they reach out with large hands,
what I want folds in on itself.
I wish to go, I long to escape,
but can not.
Just as they are close
enough to touch me,
I wake up, fists closed to reject.
Legs ...

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