…I’m sayingin the beginning was the wordand it was good, it meant one human entering another and it’s stillwhat I love,  the word madeflesh. Fuck me, I say to the onewhose lovely body I want close, and as we fuck I know it’s holy,a psalm, a hymn, a hammerringing down on an anvil,forging a whole new world. … Read more

“How I would love to be the speaker of my poems!” declares Cate Marvin in an article published in the Los Angeles Times. “For then I should know such liberation.” This liberation is exactly what draws us into Marvin’s poems. Her speakers are free to love, to seek vengeance, to exert authority. Marvin grew up in Washington, … Read more