Biography of Z.M. Wise
Z.M. Wise is a Chicago-based poet, co-editor and poetry activist, writing since his first steps as a child. He has been a written-word poet for almost two decades and a spoken-word poet for four years. He was selected to be a performer in the Word Around Town Tour in 2013, a Houston citywide tour. He is co-owner and co-editor of Transcendent Zero Press, an independent publishing house for poetry that produces an international quarterly journal known as Harbinger Asylum, with his dear friend and founder Dustin Pickering. The journal was nominated Best Poetry Journal in 2013 at the National Poetry Awards. He has published three full length collections of poetry, including: 'Take Me Back, Kingswood Clock! ' (MavLit Press) , 'The Wandering Poet' (Transcendent Zero Press) , and 'Wolf: An Epic & Other Poems' (Weasel Press) . Other than these three collections, his poems have been published in various journals, magazines, and anthologies. The motto that keeps him going: POETRY LIVES! Mr. Wise will make sure to spread that message and the love of poetry, making sure it remains vibrant for the rest of his days and beyond.
Besides poetry and other forms of writing, his other passions/interests include professional voice acting, singing/lyricism/songwriting, playing a few instruments, fitness, and reading.
Z.M. Wise's Works:
'Take Me Back, Kingswood Clock! ' (MavLit Press)
'The Wandering Poet' (Transcendent Zero Press)
'Wolf: An Epic & Other Poems' (Weasel Press)
Z.M. Wise Poems
Through Her Warrior Eyes
She sees victory. She sees evil being vanquished. Through her warrior eyes, all that seems improbable
Oh, seize this day, lads and loves! Take it by the scruff of the neck and yank until your spirit lights a fire
Faith Running Away From Me
Meager beams of the light source, assume this blackened temple. As I pray, always miserable, always blue. Frozen here, waiting.
Weary Street Revolver
Loaded and armed to the teeth, action is his middle name. Dark alleyways, his sanctuary.
Split Faces With Faces
Ancient mystic energy bonds with the Star Children. Cars will come and go,
Out with the old, in with the delusional. Listen here. Can’t you see the
Her Kisses (Taste Good)
An indescribable taste of beautiful flesh enters my taste buds as her sweet lips become one with mine. Her kisses taste so good.
Blank feelings. Seems something sucked the love…the horniness out of the bedroom. Time to spice things up.
Cerulean eyes sparkle and glisten on this night of passion.
After the work day has gone, the stars are bright in this polluted sky.
Obtained a wolf of glass. Mint condition, shining and new. Frozen in its fighting stance,
If only for a moment, the opal moon could dim its light on disembodied poetics, protégés of Waldman.
Botticelli's Ecstatic Tears
These are nights that bring us closer together. Behind your natural scent,
Beautiful Just Desserts
You are beautiful, aren't you just? How long has your heart longed for the severance of this suspense?
After the work day has gone,
the stars are bright
in this polluted sky.
A crying is heard.
Open the dumpster.
Enter an infant with a note.
“Take good care of this thing,
for it is not my problem.”