Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Joan Biddle

As August ends, Joan Biddle reads poems of heartbreaking delicacy and intimacy. It might seem redundant to describe a poet's work as intimate . . . until you've heard Joan Biddle. Describing the French countryside and crab rangoon with the same care and wonder, Biddle invites us into a world as familiar as a favorite bathrobe and yet even "boners" achieve poetic luminosity. Miss Biddle's poetry makes friends and confidants of its readers.

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