PF detail from Pierre-Auguste Renoir - Beach Scene, Guernsey (Children by the Sea in Guernsey) - 1883;

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1942-2067

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Lisa Zaran was born in 1969 in Los Angeles, California.  She is an American poet, essayist and the author of six collections including The Blondes Lay Content and the sometimes girl, the latter of which was the focus of a year long translation course in Germany.  Subsequently published to German in 2006 under the title:  das manchmal m├Ądchen.  Selections from her other books have been translated to Bangla, Hindi, Arabic, Chinese, German, Dutch, Persian and Serbian.  Her poems have appeared in hundreds of literary journals, magazines, broadsides, anthologies and e-zines including:  Juked, Ramshackle Review, Apparatus Magazine, Hudson Review, Black Dirt, Kritya, The Dande Review, Soul to Soul, 2River View, Not a Muse Anthology, Best of the Web 2010, Literature:  an intro to Reading and Writing by Pearson as well as being performed in Glasgow's Radio Theater Group and displayed in SONS, a museum in Kruishoutem, Belgium.  Lisa is founder and editor of Contemporary American Voices, an online collection of poetry by American poets.  She is also the author of Dear Bob Dylan, a collection of letters to her muse.  She lives and writes in Arizona.

Suspension | Contingencies

 

Suspension

There are times when daylight
is not sufficient.  Into death
the body turns.  In the heart,
a one way ticket. 

The sky may or may not wonder
what the ground is thinking
or whether it dreams of midnight.
Scrolls of stars, vast

enlightenment, the eye sees all
through one dark pupil.  Up the facade
the shadows grow both long and thin
to the point of myth,

as close to brooding as moon is to skin.

 

Contingencies

Plato judged that the basis of love
is centered upon the mutual struggle for truth.

In half-belief, half-contemplation, my heart
pendulum's as if on a string.  Arc's pervasively

and drops to no one's hands.  It's tough to love,
harder not to, and so my stance varies from cheek

to cheek, tongue to tongue.  Or is it the mind
my lover loves with every ounce of passion

he can manage from his erected position?
Dear reminders.  Remind me again.