Mary Biddinger is the author of the poetry collections Prairie Fever (Steel Toe Books, 2007), Saint Monica (Black Lawrence Press, 2011), O Holy Insurgency (Black Lawrence Press, 2013), and A Sunny Place with Adequate Water (Black Lawrence Press, forthcoming 2014). She is also co-editor of The Monkey and the Wrench: Essays into Contemporary Poetics (U Akron Press, 2011). Her poems have recently appeared or are forthcoming in Barrelhouse, Bat City Review, Crazyhorse, Crab Orchard Review, Forklift, Ohio, Guernica, Gulf Coast, Pleiades, Quarterly West, Redivider, and Sou’wester, among others. She teaches literature and poetry writing at The University of Akron, where she edits Barn Owl Review, the Akron Series in Poetry, and the Akron Series in Contemporary Poetics.

March 1, 2013:   "A Trick Knee" "My humor was not an ill humor...."
May 9, 2013:   "Risk Management Memo: Small Enterprise" "You wanted to open a café called..."
February 29, 2012:   "A Coin-Operated Button-Down Collar" "There are lines at the station..."
August 8, 2011:   "Saint Monica Wishes on the Wrong Star" "Maybe they were both the wrong star...."
July 13, 2010:   "Confluence" "In place of everything that came..."
April 19, 2007:   "Drift" " What you did that day..."

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Other poems on the web by Mary Biddinger:
Three poems
"Risk Management Memo: Above the Law"
Two poems
"Risk Management Memo: Continuing Education"
"28 Staples"
"Girl in Chair"
Two poems
Three poems
"A Children's Story"
Two poems
Two poems
Four poems
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Three poems
Five poems
Two poems
"An Excursion"
Two poems
Three poems
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Mary Biddinger's Website.

Mary Biddinger's Blog.

Mary Biddinger according to Wikipedia.

Mary Biddinger on Twitter.

About A Sunny Place with Adequate Water:

"A little surreal, a little nostalgic, Mary Biddinger’s remarkable new collection describes the challenge of growing up a nascent artist in a sometimes resistant, but always-clamorous neighborhood. The speaker evolves from a girl who reverses herself “until there wasn’t anything left” into someone who wants to live in the burn, and each poem invokes both the visible and invisible mechanisms that uphold a small town. I’m as moved by this book’s incisive take on personal history as I was by James Tate's Lost Pilot."
—Carmen Giménez Smith

"These poems proceed by way of declaration & juxtaposition, through keen sight & keener insight. Which is another way of saying that Mary Biddinger sees things & sees through things equally, not privileging one vision over the other. What we have here is our regular old world made richer & more insidious, a place where 'the punishments were just as lavish as the draperies,' a home we get to see as if for the first time."
—Nate Pritts