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Cate Marvin

Cate Marvin has published four books of poems, most recently Event Horizon (Copper Canyon Press, 2022). She teaches at the College of Staten Island, City University of New York, and lives in Southern Maine.

2025 Patrica Grodd Poetry Prize for Young Writers

Fall 2025

Introduction

By Cate Marvin

All of the entrants in the Patricia Grodd Poetry Prize for Young Writers contest should know that it was very hard for me to choose these runners-up and a winner. […]

Luminous Gender Vessel

Fall 2023

Pleasure

By Cate Marvin

I enjoy not sleeping next to you. I love not lying beside you in bed. Particularly delicious is not waking up beside you. Hours wander by like bears rummaging trash, […]

Poetry

Jan/Feb 2022

Starfuckers

By Cate Marvin

Beer Lotto Wine Cigs is a sign before a door- way I walk through to buy a bottle of water, is a hole I fall some stairs down into in […]

Poetry

Jan/Feb 2022

Event Horizon

By Cate Marvin

Remember when you stabbed me on my birthday? A glass of wine itched, scratched itself off the table. Whatever phones were then, they were dead. Whatever phones were then, we […]

Poetry

Summer 2004

Azaleas

By Cate Marvin

It was a town so quiet, the mailman was empty-handed. Why then nostrils of bloom, breathing so pinkly? Even the town crier had taken a vow of silence. Why at […]

Poetry

Summer 2004

Scenes from the Battle of Us

By Cate Marvin

You are like a war novel, entirely lacking female characters, except for an occasional letter that makes one of the men cry.             I am like a table             that eats its […]

Luminous Gender Vessel

Fall 2023

Spiraled Ham

By Cate Marvin

It sat fat face down in its glazed heft as I slid the weighted tray into the oven, later pulling it out in its juiced glory to give to guests […]

Jan/Feb 2022

Friend of the Flies

By Cate Marvin

My weirdling child indentures herself to collecting sticks in something called a garden that is barely a garden yet full of flies. Watching her from up high, my head stuck […]