Lisa Zaran

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

Lisa Zaran Poems

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

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.

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 ...

Read the full of The Men In My Dreams

The Best Thing

When I drive up
to Cottonwood
to see you,

89 miles one way

and your'e not there,
I could kill you, Lewis.

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