My first chapbook of poems Enough for Today was released in 2012 by Finishing Line Press, the same year my eldest daughter was born. On those pages, you’ll find me trying to articulate a sacramental vision of everyday life.
Here are some kind words about the collection from three of my favorite poets:
“Elizabeth Sands Wise’s poems drive an elegant and darkly comic road on the roadmaps of memory in this beautiful collection. With an eye focused on the blood and beating heart of the natural world, these poems deftly carry human struggles and blessings in a fine and fragrant balance.”
–Aimee Nezhukumatathil, author of Lucky Fish (2011), At the Drive-In Volcano (2007), Miracle Fruit (2003), and Fishbone (2000)
“Through richly detailed language Elizabeth Sands Wise’s ENOUGH FOR TODAY speaks with a kind of refreshing honesty. From “the dirty-white gray of my great- grandmother’s ancient doilies” to “God as a momma hen…warming the eggs unhatched”– we are taken into the crisp, almost photographic world of narrative and of memory. Every detail of this collection is fresh and real, and deeply in touch with nature. I am still thinking of the “queen” bird, “ruffling her shiny black feathers and squawking when too many suitors crowd her corner.””
–Julia Johnson, author of The Falling Horse (2012) and Naming the Afternoon (2002)
“Elizabeth Sands Wise’s poems do what we want poems to do: they justify their own existence by offering us the transcendent in the ordinary, the common-place, the overlooked. They are about the often unnoticed visceral pleasures of life that permit discovery, identification, and insight. They render moments seized simply for what they have to offer – if not always joy, at least encouragement to consider, to understand, to push on, to make the most of what we have here, now, within reach. We find, finally, that they have enlarged our view, our understanding, our compassion, our faith, and our courage.”
–James Zoller, author of Living on the Flood Plain (2008) and Simple Clutter (1998)
A silly poem I wrote a few years ago about finding a giant zucchini in my garden can still be read here at my old blog.
And one of my poems begins the novel My Mother’s Chamomile, a recent novel by Susie Finkbeiner.
I always enjoy reading my poems publicly and talking about poetry as a sacrament, so if you’re local to me, drop me a note!