Lisa lives and writes and hibernates in snowy southern Wisconsin. After 25 years she has found her way back to poetry. Lisa's writing voice is as natural as Mother Nature herself.
I'm going to have to name Lisa my Poet Laureate! She knocks the cooties outa my fur!


Photo by Jonathan Kendrick
Photo by Jonathan Kendrick

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May 8, 2009
 

Red fox, white snow, red, dead rabbit.
Old men lined up, elbow crook, gun rest,
hanging deer, tongues lolling, black and white

photographs don’t disguise blood splotches,
dark gray, thin snow. We ate heart, liver,
and tenderloin from a fresh kill. It is good.

I have eaten these: raccoon, squirrel, goose,
duck, quail, bullfrog, crayfish, elk, bear.
Skinned, eviscerated black bears look like men.

In Chicago street boys shoot each other, in schools
the bullied shoot bullies. A young lover spurned
in a small northern town shot the new lover.

Townspeople burn down the house, cleansed
by smoke ceremony. A man hides in riverbank
wood’s edge, kills teens jumping off the bridge.

His mother said he was upset. Lost his job.
He lived in her basement. She fed him. Both
vegetarians she told the camera. Never hurt a fly.

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Contact Lisa at: lcihlar@tds.net

Read more of Lisa:
Duck Pond | The Farrier | Argiope | Stones

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