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), A Sunny Place with Adequate Water (Black Lawrence Press, 2014) and Small Enterprise (Black Lawrence Press, forthcoming 2015). She is also co-editor of The Monkey and the Wrench: Essays into Contemporary Poetics (U Akron Press, 2011). Her work has recently appeared or is forthcoming in Denver Quarterly, Green Mountains Review, jubilat, The Laurel Review, and Pleiades, among others. She edits the Akron Series in Poetry at the University of Akron, where she is a Professor of English. Biddinger is the recipient of a 2015 NEA creative writing fellowship in poetry.

Other poems by Mary Biddinger in Verse Daily:
October 2, 2014:   "In Which We Sense That We Are Not Alone" "Various miracles of the most outlandish sort..." br>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
Two poems
Two poems
Two poems
Three poems
Five poems
Two poems
"An Excursion"
Two poems
Three poems
Two poems

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About Small Enterprise:

"In Mary Biddinger's Small Enterprise we find a brilliant wackiness that slips into surreality that slips into memory that slips into dream—and then back again. We find a pile of memos from the most interesting Risk Management department on earth. And we find a bewilderingly smart narrator who looks at the world like this: 'When I met the machine that eventually/would replace me, all I thought was/ how it filled the room with sun pools/and erroneous static.' Biddinger's enterprise, in all its departments and gears and springs, is indeed small—it shrinks until it implodes, comes out the other side as the absolute-vast: 'One team lost its ball, played soccer with a globe.'"
—Sarah Vap

"These poems, the best I've seen yet in a career that already outshines most living poets (and plenty of dead ones), offer still more evidence that Mary Biddinger is one of the best, most entertaining poets out there. But these aren't just exercises in clever line breaks and punchy imagery. With her trademark blend of wit, surprise, and poignancy, Biddinger scrutinizes the many spheres of human existence, further pushing the stylistic envelope whilst maintaining her fidelity to art that matters, to language that roundhouses the psyche into something dizzyingly close to enlightenment."
—Michael Meyerhofer