"Beneath the impeccably controlled surfaces of these poems lies the hidden knowledge of dangers past and to come.  Container Gardening gives us illuminating glimpses of a life bravely lived.  It is a deeply felt and moving book."
— Linda Pastan

"Ellen Steinbaum is a poet of muted grief and quiet acceptance. And hope. In Container Gardening the losses we suffer—private, public, political, natural—are universal. But she knows, with wry certainty, that “what is broken can / (never) / be repaired / the pieces can / (not) / be put back.” Definitely one or the other. Steinbaum’s sigh of resignation and breath of hope are both genuine. The contained garden of her poems becomes a conscious strategy to deal with all those—all our—losses. I was moved by Ellen Steinbaum’s first book and eager for a second. I haven’t been disappointed."
— Lloyd Schwartz 

"CONTAINER GARDENING - Poems by Ellen Steinbaum. Cincinnati, Ohio; Custom Words, 2008. Ellen Steinbaum writes a column for The Boston Globe and is also a widely published poet. Container Gardening is her second book of poems, and while her first book Afterwords [Portland, Oregon. Blue Unicorn Press, 2001] focused mostly on the sense and aftereffects of loss and were accomplished in a lyrical, elegiac voice that refused to minimize the poignancy and awareness of the suffering and death of a loved one, this later collection displays a kind of recovery, an acceptance that becomes a means of ‘going on’ with the business of living. Linda Pastan calls it “a deeply felt and moving book” and it certainly is that. But it's also much more. Steinbaum brings to her work an exacting craftsmanship that reveals her admirable control over her material and subjects. She is a fine poet and her poems are lasting and should be read by all those interested in contemporary poetry and hungry for meaningful writing."
— Ottone Riccio

"Ellen Steinbaum’s poetry collection “Container Gardening” infuses meaning into all the things we carry in this life. It is a long and lyrical grocery list that evokes a late, beloved aunt, the seminal years of the poet’s mother, and the way time creeps up on a person with a flick of an eye. In her poem “Time Travel” Steinbaum weeds through the trappings of the Philadelphia apartment of a recently deceased aunt, and in turn weeds through her own history:

'I am leaving Philadelphia behind:
an apartment closed, silent,
empty, some furniture
given to Goodwill: the last
chairs from the last apartment
of the last of my three aunts.
I am the owner now
Of paintings I know by heart,
china from family dinners in old photographs.
Scarves that fill my drawers
once dressed my dolls.'

And in the poem “Order” Steinbaum compares the painstaking order of her current life—to the wild and joyous disorder of a life with a husband and kids in close proximity:

'I always know where
the tape measure is now,
a pen, a safety pin, my keys.
Not like the years when
shoes tumbled uncoupled
on the floor and every closet
could spill secrets.

Now each day is folded,
neatly stacked in silent drawers
and nothing moves an inch
to left or right.
in an instant I can find
the tape measure.'

Ellen Steinbaum writes a popular column about writers and the writing life in The Boston Globe. In this book she is the subject, and her life yields rich rewards."
— Doug Holder/Ibbetson Update