Liz Waldner grew up in rural Mississippi and, after various factory, janitorial, botanical, and museum jobs, graduated from St. John's College in Annapolis at the age of twenty-eight. She wrote for eighteen years before publishing the first of her six previous books, which have won such awards as the Iowa Poetry Prize, the Beatrice Hawley Award, and the Academy of American Poets’ James Laughlin Prize.

Other poems by Liz Waldner in Verse Daily:
August 9, 2004:  "Saving the Appearances" "A metrics of mammals..."
July 27, 2004:  "Yes and No" "Exactly the problem is..."
July 8, 2004:  "Ways, Truths, Lights: Leaves of Glass" "The sun in wan puddles, pieces..."

Books by Liz Waldner:

Other poems on the web by Liz Waldner:
Four poems
"The Ballad of Barding Gaol"
Four poems
Two poems

About Trust:

"Liz Waldner's Trust is a book I’ve been waiting to read for years. Political in the extreme, deliciously crafted, as menacing as it is hysterical, as intellectually sophisticated as it is laugh-out-loud funny, this book ought to be written in silver pen on bathroom stalls, sent as gold records to outer space, or written in gin on a glass-top table in your favorite karaoke bar. Slip a copy into your shoulder-bag and take it wherever you go."
—Kazim Ali

"In Liz Waldner’s weird and luminous poems, the empirical and the empyrean are as two sides of a copper beech leaf. The changeling slips out of old names into new uses, slips out of old uses into new names. Between the phenomenon and the noumenon depends (deep ends) a trust—a wavering alliance fed on fiery symbiosis. This is comedy in the most painfully honest and brilliant light, comedy that gives our ears and minds a miraculous whipping, that teaches us willingness to be made new, to make of the self one’s ‘own bright threshold.’"
—Sarah Gridley

"At a time when defamiliarization has almost become de rigeur, Liz Waldner's poems do the opposite, and instead refamiliarize us with the physical and perceptual world. In this book, 'The body is the vehicle of a wish,'and 'The earth / Is a fault in you.' Often metonymic and metaphysical, and always searching for truth in the most minute corner, Trust invites its readers to close their eyes, lean back, let go."
—Mary Biddinger