If you've seen a little red Mustang in a
ditch, alongside a Canadian
highway, you just might have seen Marissa Ranello. Despite recent
reporting her death, Ranello was not clad to the pant leg of Spalding
who jumped from the Staten Island ferry and drown this past January.
Although she's been a recluse to the 'slam' scene she once admired,
returned to her first love; the written word.
"In heart, I'm still the same New York City chick who searches the
Voice for open mic readings and cheap beer. The beer and places
I keep packing my passion and unleashing that shit everywhere I
Marissa Ranello currently resides in Saskatchewan with her husband
family. Her poems have appeared in several anthologies and zines
last few years. Her writing can be found in Unlikely Stories, Comrades,
Naked Poetry, Verse Libre Quarterly, Dirty Pigeon, and Thunder