Readers will discover that there is a fine line between monsters and empathy in Marisa Silva-Dunbar’s poems. It’s the spring of 2022, my first time visiting a synagogue. Right before the Rabbi wraps up his sermon, he tells the congregation to go in peace and view people through the eyes…

“Sid said to me that Nancy was the only woman he ever loved. He was poetic about it.” – Roberta Bayley, 1978 Eyes darting from side to side us laying in the bed naked your tangled body still sleeping this quite makes me nervous no wonder I like the sound of chaos like us fucking shouting you telling me…

After Ethel Cain Windows passed he’s shooting at the glass guns in his locker he denies it but he lied ’cause I sure did watch him he knows. His daddy’s on death row he’ll say it with his chest his friends move dope he tried coke he’s always a problem. …

It has been nine years since Beyoncé graced the nation with her presence that rocked the boat. Millions tuned in to see who would win this year’s Super Bowl despite all the hurrahs, long commercials, and bad calls made by the referees. My Facebook feed has been flooded with news…

Portland writer infamously going viral It’s 2010 and I’m sitting in my creative writing class soaking in all the things wrong with my story, according to my peers. It wasn’t as terrible as I thought until it was Justin’s turn to speak. “I didn’t even finish it was so bad” …