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Womannotated – Radiant Heat

November 21st, 2020

Radiant Heat 

This is the time of day sunbeams cross my 

mattress, imprison flesh atop its breadth. 

Each breath, bee balm, bids eyelash butterflies 

vibrate; no body lies in wait bereft 

its pleasures just because it is alone

but moans all illuminations shone through nude 

windows. Your radiant heat upon bones,

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Womannotated – Holding Pond

October 7, 2020

Holding Pond


Kristin Garth

Gills desiccating, you glide through his house,

hair towel dried, Oxford shirt, slouched, secured 

with belt made oversized dress — yours doused

in his tank, under duress. Damp, demure

while you saunter down bifurcated stairs,

some guests the servants were unaware, out

his front door then driveway, street. Unprepared —

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Womannotated – Oh Cult!

October 17th

Keith Raniere and Allison Mack poetry by Kristin Garth and Marisa Silva Dunbar

Kult Ken 

by Kristin Garth

divides women and the men, considers
mind control at ten when he learns listen
is not the same as care.  Schoolgirl Skippers 
are chatty, everywhere, dripping poison 
from lonely little tongues.  Learns to use it against
them young.  Can do it with a dad bod, sweat-
band, night volleyball game with lessons condensed —
marketing, pain.  Boss Barbie in hand,
he will walk home tonight.  Tomorrow she will 
ask him before she takes a bite, now hungry 
only for what she deserves.   Holes he fills
before the next underhand serve where she 
waits on bleachers for it to happen again —
molded obedient female companion.

The Introduction: November 14, 2006

by Marisa Silva Dunbar

We are now witnesses to the origin
—here is where he ensnares you.
You are mesmerized—girlish—giggly, 
and desperate for your worth to be seen
by this man in a sweatband and kneepads. 
We know it’s just a seedy facade. Some 
of us have at one point, wanted to be 
loved by a mediocre man 

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Womannotated – Bower

Bower

I am the tree arched over your yard 

abrading sky above the shards of what once 

were contents of your Instagram life, guarded-

by-Doberman duplicitous wife, crunched

digital frames, board games amidst piled piss

yellow leaves.  I have outlived any you grieve. 

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Womannotated – Death In The Air

August 16th, 2020

(Content warning:  horror, death, suicide, some discussion of Midsommar with what could be considered general, mild spoilers)

Death In The Air

A scent in twilight past breaths of the beast 

who stalks the edges of forests on the 

phalanges of feet, quickening heartbeats 

of little lost girls, panting in pine trees 

near the end of the world.  Pale hirsute ear 

you peer where the needles are bare.  Eyes straight 

ahead, mutter pieces of prayers.  Fear 

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Womannotated – The Night A Crow Must Go Away

A sample page from Crow Carriage, an annotated poetic horror novel set in a Victorian English seaside village.  This is the format of  the Crow Carriage book, a sonnet with an expansive annotation that tells a story in prose below (the same format as my book Flutter available at my website and Twist In Time).

The Night The Crow Must Go Away

You lie beneath a dozen nightmares.  Screams

careening down a crow-covered stair wake

you in the last second before the dream.

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Womannotated – I Was Blythe

I Was Blythe

I would do anything to not be cute,

fifteen, though it’s, without dispute, what I am,

Blythe doll eyes, wide face, small limbs a brute

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