Thank you, father, for all the books you left me when you died. For all the letters you never sent, each one addressed to mother. Thank you for the 3 shotguns missing their important parts, even the police said they were useless but would dispose of them for me. Thank you for the notebooks of [...]
Tag: Lisa Zaran
Ice in my hands by Lisa Zaran
I spoke for three hundred years trying to make you understand. You remained a derivative of zero. No expression. No sorrow. I spoke some more. My words flew like a gazelle, over and under your rocky hills. It’s like a madhouse in here, you said, plugging your ears. My body spoke its tempo. Limbs curled, [...]
Advent by Lisa Zaran
Now suppose happiness, the numerous moments in life that hold like legacy in the mind. Believe me when I say I am infected with memories of happiness, tiny instances whose translation is merely to suggest that I, too, was once a happy person. As so happens, anyone who tries to get to the heart of [...]
Prayer Book by Lisa Zaran
In the hospital chapel room I read prayers from the living in a great leather book addressed to God. Words waver across the page about the nature of a loved one’s life and it’s significance, it’s impact. I can tell how these prayers are hanging by a thread, by the watermark of tears that stain [...]
Captive by Lisa Zaran
here is the hope i have for us. to plough a piece of aching dawn. to drop my heart into your arms. some call it captivity, this love that hurries across our chests and plays drunk with our minds. you wander across mine like a survivor. the landscape screams with utility and the sunlight drowns [...]
Obligations by Lisa Zaran
The silent sorrow says it all and the elaborate way in which we avoid one another, the long evenings with you in the studio and me with my nose stuck in some poetry book. Flustered once, you spoke such tender words to me. I love you was a phrase we knew so well. The August [...]
We Will Not Call it Love by Lisa Zaran
As the benediction of soul transforms unwittingly to feelings of flesh The heart will ripen in anguish. We will not call it love. We will try to find a simple square of passion and focus all our energies on that. As our patient stares look knowingly at one another. We will soul gaze but we [...]
Tonight by Lisa Zaran
I am no more or less deprived, nor eager, nor ashamed. I am no more in love or less than I was yesterday or this morning. Perhaps tomorrow will bring about some level of beauty I’ve yet to know. Perhaps tonight is only a prelude into tomorrow and what it has to bring. Or maybe [...]
It Is What It Is by Lisa Zaran
Love does not seek indulgence nor walk with trepidation but springs up unrestrained. Love holds a greater truth telling us do not take your life but give it to someone else. Love does not collect ashes or hold memorials at our gravesites. Nor does it grieve. Love simply is. Love is not a profession. It [...]
Moonlight by Lisa Zaran
Falls like invention, a bright idea onto the road, the side of the road, the lake, his face, your face, gets tangled in trees, sweeps over skin, his back, your thighs, lingers silently, embraces without a need to change anything, fills up the night sky with its breath without contemplation, sticks out its long tongue [...]
Life by Lisa Zaran
my father an artist in 1969 became a father for the second time, a role he accepted reluctantly. my mother a nurse with short red hair in 1969 gave birth to a daughter she nicknamed precious. in 1969 at the end of september I was born and called precious because of my silence and contentedness [...]
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