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Bonnie Lyons

Bonnie Lyons is an American poet, writer, and retired professor.

Bonnie Lyons just published her ninth book, Mirian Talks Back. Her first book (Henry Roth: the Man and His Work) was a groundbreaking study of the author. Passion and Craft, her second book (co-authored with Bill Oliver) contains literary interviews with thirteen fiction writers. In some cases, such as the interview with Gina Berriault, the interview is the only one the author ever gave. Subsequently many of these interviews have been anthologized in collections of interviews by individual writers. The next five books are collections of her poetry. Three of these (Hineni, Meanwhile, and So Far) are chapbooks; In Other Words and Bedrock are both full-length books of poems. A recent book, WOW: Wonderful Old Women, is a collection of interviews with remarkable San Antonio women over eighty years old. She has recorded a CD (Miriam Talks Back and Other Voices from the Hebrew Scriptures) reading her own poetry.

Bonnie has published more than sixty articles and literary interviews in a wide variety of scholarly journals like American Literature and literary magazines, including The Paris Review. She has an entry in Wikipedia. More than sixty of her poems have appeared in a wide variety of poetry journals. Her poetry has been anthologized in The Torah: A Women’s Commentary, Art at Our Doorstep, and Risk, Courage and Women.

Bonnie joined the English Department of The University of Texas at San Antonio in 1976. Over the years she taught many, many different courses including honors seminars she created, such as The Journey as a Motif in Literature and Film, Tolstoy and Dostoevsky, Female Development in Fiction and Film, Ibsen, Chekhov, and Strindberg, and the first class ever taught that focused on the entire acclaimed television series, “The Wire.” She received two Fulbright awards and taught in Greece for a year and Barcelona for a semester. Additionally she taught about the Bloomsbury group and Drama: Text and Performance for a semester in London for the University of Texas system. She also lectured in Israel and Italy as a Fulbright scholar. During her career at UTSA, she received awards for creative work, research, and twice for teaching. She has done poetry readings in bookstores, academic panels, temples and churches in Chicago, Miami, Boston and San Antonio and read academic papers at many national conferences. She has been an active participant in San Antonio’s literary scene and taught for Gemini Ink, the Sol Center, Oasis, Bihl Haus, and a local senior center.

Most summers, Bonnie and her husband Grant Lyons travel to Vermont to escape the heat and to see their daughter Eve Lyons, her wife JL and their son, Marquam.

Books and CD

Book cover of Wonderful Old Women

Miriam Talks Back

Material Media, 2024

Book cover of Wonderful Old Women

Miriam Talks Back (CD)

Material Media, 2024

Book cover of Wonderful Old Women

WOW: Wonderful Old Women

Outskirts Press, 2017

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So Far

Finishing Line Press, 2016

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Bedrock

(poetry)

Pecan Grove Press, 2011

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Meanwhile

(poetry)

Finishing Line Press, 2005

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In Other Words

(poetry)

Pecan Grove, 2004

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Hineni

(poetry)

Finishing Line Press, 2003

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Passion and Craft

(literary interviews)

University of Illinois Press, 1998

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Henry Roth: the Man and His Work

(literary criticism)

Cooper Square Publishing, 1977

Sample Poems

Reading a Glossy Travel Brochure I Tell Myself

Machu Pichu, Grand Canyon, Taj Mahal
Norwegian fjords, Antarctica, Galapagos—
don’t go. That tiny Greek island
with the unpronounceable Name

where the ferry stops only once a week.
the Bulgarian village
you can’t reach except on foot—
don’t go.

If my eyes can join the dance of light
and shadow on our scrubby patch
of St. Augustine grass, if I can
tune out the road noise and slosh

of the washing machine and hear
mockingbirds and mourning doves and the frogs
in our next door neighbor’s fountain-
if a fragrant breeze wafting across

our suburban backyard reminds my skin that air
currents are the planet’s sweet breath
I can high-five my favorite philosopher
who traveled far in Concord.

Miriam Talks Back (Numbers 12)

Against men
I have only the usual
womanly rage. Even in
their accounts I am
a prophetess, but where
are my prophesies recorded?
I am silenced and erased
invisible and unheard.

But my argument is with you
who spoke to Moses mouth to mouth.
After you parted the Red Sea,
who took timbrel in hand
led all the women
in music and dance?
Who sang “Sing ye to the Lord,
for he hath triumphed gloriously”
to celebrate how you threw
Pharaoh’s chariots into the sea?
You who love songs and again
and again commanded us to sing,
who cannot have forgotten—
have forgotten.

When Aaron and I spoke
against Moses’s marriage
to that Ethiopian woman
and said you spoke through us
as well as through him
we believed we spoke the truth.
We felt infused with your spirit.

But you heard only pride
and struck me—only me—
white as snowy death
with leprosy. And when
Moses cried, “Heal her now,”
instead you ordered him to shut
me out of camp for seven days.

Leprosy and exile killed my young self,
Seven days, all alone, I mourned her.
That’s when I became the prophetess
to women.

God of Miriam as well as Moses
I will never stop disputing you,
wrestling with you until
like Jacob’s angel
you bless me.

A Prayer for My Grandson

He places anything resembling a cell phone
against the side of his head and listens,
and when his pudgy, dimpled finger fails
to awaken music from the iPad icon

his fist carries his mother’s finger over, assuming
she has the magic touch.
For now she does: she adores her giggly
gorgeous black 16-month-old son.

But her finger can control gadgets, not people.
And when at Arlington Vermont’s “Norman’s Attic”
(think Rockwell) street fair I buy him a handmade (in China)
sweater, his wary grandpa whispers, “His first hoodie.”