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I was first published in 1975, and my long career in business writing includes technical, marketing and fundraising, as well as literary pieces. I can provide samples of writing upon request. Email me at cathy[at]cathymcguire[dot]com. I have been focusing my literary efforts on poetry for the past two years, and am pleased to have had 43 acceptances this year! I was a featured poet at the Springfield Public Library 225, Fifth St. Springfield, on April 28, 2009. I am honored to be a featured reader at the William Stafford birthday celebration in Corvallis on Jan 31, 2010 (Benton Country library), and will be teaching a class "Ready,Set, Submit!" with my friend Laura LeHew at the Fooling With Words all-day event at LBCC on April 3, 2010. Last summer, I was an included poet at the Perceptions launch party in Troutdale, and the Denali and Thresholds launch parties in Eugene. I currently have a chapbook and a full-length manuscript of poetry going the rounds of contest and publishing house. A partial list of where I've been published (in no particular order): Online: New Verse News, Smoking Poet; FutureCycle; melusine, The Road Not Taken, Adagio Verse Quarterly; Rhythm; MReview Anthologies: The Quizzical Chair, Tuesday, Verseweavers; Portland Lights; Raising Our Voices; Poetry Against the War; Out of Line Magazines: Main Street Rag; Windfall; California Quarterly; Folio; Tapjoe; Into the Teeth of the Wind; Mobius; Plainsong; Hazmat Review; Bogg; Arnazella; Connecticut River Review; Cape Rock; Mid-America Poetry Review; Poetry in Motion (Portland buses and MAX trains); Green Fuse; Fireweed; Crab Creek Review; Poetry NW My Chapbook: Joy Holding
Stillness
(All poetry copyrighted 2009 by Catherine McGuire. Do not reproduce without permission of the author.) Procrastinating
I collect my thoughts, that have strayed again: one wandered beneath a chair to prod the nit of red I can’t quite make out; one sailed out the window. It mills with jays who peck the corn and millet I set out yesterday.
Another, wayward child, has burrowed deep into the past and returned, grimy, with a shard of a day when I was eight; had won and lost a fight. Tapping my foot, I exhort them to team up - here’s the task! But they
as usual, nod vaguely and again ease away. This one to Venice, for Mardi Gras; that one to the yard to watch sun on leaves; this to some vague future when I have lost my senses and they all can roam unheeded.
Lenten Rose
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