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Poetry from Marisa Silva-Dunbar: Deduction and Manipulation

Deduction and Manipulation She told me her hands were meant for healing. Working the knots out of backs and necks. But when she approached me from behind, put her palm gently on my shoulder—I fought my urge to recoil. Her touch became a precursor to asking—to demanding some sort of favor. How much are you… Continue reading Poetry from Marisa Silva-Dunbar: Deduction and Manipulation

Poetry: Trailineate – v. to deviate or go off course by Marisa Silva-Dunbar

Trailineate – v. to deviate or go off course for C.B.W. I. Maybe if we had met through poetry, we would’ve shared Wednesday nights: a potluck of prose, line breaks, six-word-stories. Imagery a colorful garnish on your glass of sparkling water, a feast of words, prosciutto and brie. You could’ve come for tea on Sunday,… Continue reading Poetry: Trailineate – v. to deviate or go off course by Marisa Silva-Dunbar

Coming May 13th from Querencia Press: Marisa Silva-Dunbar “Allison”

https://tinyurl.com/2p88rc97 Bio: Marisa Silva-Dunbar’s work has been published in ArLiJo, Chanterelle’s Notebook, Pink Plastic House, Sledgehammer Lit, Analogies & Allegories Literary Magazine. She has work forthcoming in The Bitchin’ Kitsch. Her second chapbook, “When Goddesses Wake,” was released in December, 2021 from Maverick Duck Press. Her first full-length collection, “Allison,” was recently published by Querencia… Continue reading Coming May 13th from Querencia Press: Marisa Silva-Dunbar “Allison”

From Marisa Silva-Dunbar : Poetry Prompt for writing about people who’ve hurt you

Make a list of all the things that made you crumple in (must be handwritten on a paper napkin). Pack all their things into a box to leave at their door, or the curb. You want everything of theirs gone. Make note of the belongings that caused the most strife in your relationship. Drink coffee… Continue reading From Marisa Silva-Dunbar : Poetry Prompt for writing about people who’ve hurt you

Poetry by Marisa Silva-Dunbar Reverberations: A Cento

photo from pixabay         Reverberations: A Cento Lines from Courtney A. Butler’s Wild Horses The fireflies are missing.The birds chirp while pieces of my heart fly east.It feels shameful to admit:You are not an ornament anymore. Parts of self spilled about:cups and kettles dashing to the rocks below,pre-sunset, grey washed paths are sweet curves.the… Continue reading Poetry by Marisa Silva-Dunbar Reverberations: A Cento