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Poetry By Linda M. Crate

a bruised apple

pelicans & gulls

fly overhead

like feathers of the past

drifting by at inconvenient moments

because the sea shudders

the same way i do

at your name

even if it is given to another man

that is not you,

and my folly was trying to save you;

because people have to decide

they want to be saved and save themselves

i thought i could undo every seam

of pain that tied and tethered

you to your nightmares

without considering that perhaps you liked

dancing with demons—

a sand dollar brushes up on the shore

tumbles against my sister’s foot,

purple–a bruised apple of the sea

crying out for remembrance and she plucks it

from the sea to recollect the sea

as i stand simultaneously in the ocean to forget.

– linda m. crate


i won’t be anything less than who i am

my rent to this world

isn’t to be pretty

for i owe it no obligation

to be anything less than me

flaws and all,

and the only thing i will give it

is my passion, intensity, integrity, and drive

will make my dreams reality;

but if i don’t want to wear make-up

i won’t,

and i don’t feel like shaving

i won’t;

there’s no duty for a woman to be appealing to

anyone other than herself

her life and her body are her own—

cannot fathom why they expect me to be some

sweet and demure flower bending to their every whim

with a flash of brightly colored petals

because i am fierce and wild

like the witch, i will become an animal and claw their eyes out

before declaring vengeance against their lands

reducing them to dust with only a whisper

against their will,

but they’ve never understood me;

always they’ve tried to tame me and water me down

i stand too intensely to be ignored by those who want women

without voices but i refuse to be anything less than me.

– linda m. crate


we should all reach our dreams and freedom

every time i go past a wood

i envision myself running

barefoot through the wood

as a girl,

long hair flowing behind me like

flowers of gold, red, and brown;

as if i am the very anthem

of autumn

growing out of a tree connected to the earth

dreaming in the sea

i always get this urge to open the door

of a moving vehicle

but i never do—

i sing in flowers, i laugh in waters,

grow in trees, scream in wind, rage in earthquakes,

burn with passion and intensity that could blind

even the sun;

i’ve never been an easy person

to understand or know

i can only hope that to someone, i am worth it—

because i love higher than mountains and deeper than the

ocean’s depths,

and my soul is gold;

i only wish for peace and prosperity for all

that we should all reach our dreams and freedom.

Author Linda M. CrateAuthor Linda M. CrateSocial Media Links:

Bio:  Linda M. Crate is a Pennsylvanian native born in Pittsburgh yet raised in the rural town of Conneautville. Her poetry, short stories, articles, and reviews have been published in a myriad of magazines both online and in print. She has three published chapbooks A Mermaid Crashing Into Dawn (Fowlpox Press – June 2013), Less Than A Man (The Camel Saloon – January 2014), and If Tomorrow Never Comes (Scars Publications, August 2016). Her fantasy novel Blood & Magic was published in March 2015. The second novel of this series Dragons & Magic was published in October 2015. The third of the seven book series Centaurs & Magic was published November 2016. Her novel Corvids & Magic was published March 2017.




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  1. Mark Fisher Mark Fisher

    Very nice and deep. The second poem hit a soft spot in my heart. Amazing work here

  2. Jamie Jamie

    The first poem especially resonated with me. Particularly the lines “drifting by at inconvenient moments” and “without considering that perhaps you liked dancing with demons”. Really relates to a situation I’ve been struggling with and gave me all the feels.
    I love your style and rhythm. Can’t wait to read more from you.

  3. Mandy Mandy

    I appreciate how Linda gives time and space to women’s experiences in her work. The poems have an authentic and deep emotional resonance to them. I’m glad she’s found the medium of poetry to share her personal feelings through the form of poetry!

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