Biography of Lisa Zaran
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 sixteen across the western United States and Alaska, living in such varied places as New Mexico, Alaska, Oregon, Arizona and California. She attended both public and private schools as well as several Lutheran and Christian academies.
Zaran spent much of her youth reading poetry and listening to music through her older brothers closed bedroom door. The major poetic influence in her young life was James Whitcomb Riley, Thoreau, Walt Whitman and the Bible. Musical influences included The Beatles, Bob Dylan, Mozart and Luciano Pavaratti. She penned her first poem entitled Hallway at the age of six.
Throughout high school Zaran contributed pieces to her local high school paper with the author listed as anonymous.
In 1990 she married and within two years had two children. Zaran began to write 'the sometimes girl' in the early years of her marriage. The collection is most noted for its ability to say the right thing for all times. The work is also considered 'unpretentious, intensely personal and honest'.
Soon after the publication of 'the sometimes girl' in 2004, Zaran emerged as a poet who allowed an infinite access to the core of her existence with such noteworthy works as 'Talking To My Father Whose Ashes Sit In A Closet And Listen', 'Girl', 'Leaves', and 'Tenderness'.
Zaran went on to publish You Have A Lovely Heart (Little Poem Press,2004) , a chapbook which explores the beautiful and richly detailed Southwestern landscape of Arizona.
In 2005 she released a 22 poem collection online at Argonauts' Boat, almost as a prelude into her next full collection entitled The Blondes Lay Content (2006, Lulu Press) . Another chapbook was published as well in 2006, Subtraction Flower, which she dedicates to her mother.
Zaran's work continues to appear in magazines, journals, ezines and anthologies worldwide. Four selections from The Blondes Lay Content are to be translated to Bangla, a language of Bangladesh.
Her poetry appeals to young and old alike but it is through the young that she has won her largest fan base. Over twenty schools, K-12 and college level students, have studied her work and prepared essays, academic papers, debates and contests.
Zaran continues to write as well as speak at poetry festivals. In January 2007 she founded a poetry journal, Contemporary American Voices, whose goal is to encourage and carry out through publishing the art of poetry.
Official Website: http: //www.lisazaran.com
Journal: http: //www.contemporaryamericanvoices.com
Unofficial links and resources:
Wikipedia: http: //en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lisa_Zaran
Famous Poets and Poems: http: //www.famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/lisa_zaran
Lisa Zaran's Works:
the sometimes girl (Inner Circle Publishing)
You Have A Lovely Heart (Little Poem Press)
Clipped From Our Days (Argonauts' Boat)
Subtraction Flower (Lulu Press)
The Blondes Lay Content (Lulu Press)
Lisa Zaran Poems
Talking To My Father Whose Ashes Sit In ...
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.
How We Are
Pale scrapings of people with lipstick ringed glasses and cigarettes burning, and laughter trickling up and down
Absolving The Eye
We drink to the night. To tradition. To the lake's tinsel. To the goose bumps crawling across our skin.
In the room where I learned how to lie, to cover my bruises with long sleeves,
As if we have any answers. Still, we imply.
She said she collects pieces of sky, cuts holes out of it with silver scissors, bits of heaven she calls them. Every day a bevy of birds flies rings
The Best Thing
When I drive up to Cottonwood to see you,
The Blues Are All The Same
~for Jackson C. Frank It seems almost too far fetched really, too difficult to believe.
A Dream Of Her Concern
I've lost my place inside of this dream where I am walking along a dark road
Love Is Believable
love is believable in every moment of exhaustion in every heartbroken home in every dark spirit,
All around me, the sky with its deep shade of dark. The stars. The moon with its shrunken soul.
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.
The Great Ones
~who are they, the great ones? ~Adler They are the ones
Born woman. Go on. It's farther than it seems, but okay.
How We Are
Pale scrapings of people
with lipstick ringed glasses
and cigarettes burning,
and laughter trickling up and down
their knotty throats.
What is this,
a gathering of henhouse critics?
My father's voice in the back of my head,