Lisa Zaran

Rookie (September 26,1969 / Los Angeles, California)

Lisa Zaran Poems

1. Homeless 7/4/2010
2. Dedication To Those Unfairly Undone 12/14/2008
3. The Troubled Boy 7/21/2006
4. For A Girl 7/4/2010
5. Confession 7/4/2010
6. Subtraction Flower 7/21/2006
7. Punishment 2/21/2015
8. Fractions 2/21/2015
9. The Unnameable 2/21/2015
10. Grief 2/21/2015
11. Where's Your Tambourine Now, Sleeping Bear? 7/19/2005
12. Sanctuary 4/27/2007
13. Lingering 3/5/2006
14. Go On 4/27/2007
15. The Great Ones 7/20/2005
16. The Men In My Dreams 5/30/2005
17. Tenderness 4/27/2007
18. Love Is Believable 7/21/2006
19. A Dream Of Her Concern 3/5/2006
20. The Blues Are All The Same 7/19/2005
21. The Best Thing 6/13/2004
22. Girl 7/20/2005
23. Hair 6/13/2004
24. Rivers 7/19/2005
25. Absolving The Eye 6/13/2004
26. How We Are 5/30/2005
27. Talking To My Father Whose Ashes Sit In A Closet And Listen 7/20/2005

Comments about Lisa Zaran

  • 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!

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  • 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

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,
saying, forget that I'm dead and if you
can not do that than pretend.

I am standing
just outside the gallery
beneath the shadowy bough of a birch.
The moon is floating in the sky’s dark lap.
Faraway I can hear the ocean sigh.

Now father, I am asking,
what smile are you wearing?
What color ...

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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.