Lisa Ryan

  • Lisa Ryan wrote a new post 10 years ago

    Another April means another month of celebrating poetry across the country. Admittedly, this surprises me every year. That many people care about poetry? Walt Whitman would slap me in the face, and he’d be […]

  • Meet Anna Bryant, a local painter/Montessori teacher/mother/wife/friend of mine. Currently, her exhibit, “Daily Feast”, is running at New Dominion Bookstore. I advise you to stop by when you’re downtown, but try […]

  • I recently read a critique in New York magazine by Jerry Saltz about a current MoMA exhibit, “Photography and The American Civil War.” The piece mentioned Alexander Gardner, a Scottish-born war photographer famous […]

  • Lisa Ryan wrote a new post 11 years ago

    The Universe May Expand Forever
     
    The fan blades spin large in your pupils,
    imperturbable peepers as a pilot’s.
    I am reflected in the corner of your eye,
    feeding you, and we are just mesmerized, aren’t […]

  • Fence
    for Margie
     
    She built that fence
    in the snow. All
    we saw of her
    was her red anorak
    and the upward
    flash of her tool, a
    hammer. Later,
    after her husband died
    and we tried to visit
    she wouldn’t co […]

  • Lover’s Quarrel
     
    1

    Because you cling like cigarette smoke, thin and acrid, in the brim of my hat, as if
    you know God lives on the addiction of our breath.

    2

    When the shadows finish wallpapering the […]

  • Katie on Fire
     
    Sunset and silence,
    chocolate bars and coffee—
    Katie fingers rifle shells after dinner,
    stacked in rows and flicked
    the way a child does dominoes.
    These mountains have a way
    of messing wi […]

  • Optional Yoga at Sunrise
     
    We’re told to drop into each breath then release the air
    like wind in the trees.

    Outside, a windmill slices light. The murmuring pines
    are all piñons. The desert flows into the […]

  • I recently took a short trip to the beach to escape “buzz.” Do you know that sensation I’m referring to? Not the hum of a summer fly trapped in your kitchen, more like a ubiquitous sensory and informational showe […]

  • Teresa Lewis
     
    They are raising amnesty
    signs along the courthouse road
    portraits with her missing
    lateral incisor filled in
    perhaps to make her look
    more like themselves
    perhaps taking back
    the […]

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