immature little narcissists

By Linda Crate

i never voted for you,
i implored my friends not to
because anyone who
feels women are nasty or to be
grabbed by the pussy
is too emotionally unstable
for office—
i tire of this country's rage against women
of people like you using money
to silence them
when they're assaulted or raped
and then your minions
want to say there's no rape culture
but i guess they've never had to walk down
the street and be catcalled when you're
in your work uniform and i suppose they've never
been looked at like a piece of meat or whistled
at when all they wanted was to be
left alone—
men like you make me sick
because you don't even deserve to be called men.
you're just boys pretending
angry when anyone sees through your paper thin alibis
the blame always belonging to someone else


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) and Less Than A Man (The Camel Saloon), and If Tomorrow Never Comes (Scars Publications). Her fantasy novel Blood & Magic was published in March 2015. The second novel of this series Dragons & Magic was published in October 2015. Her third novel Centaurs & Magic was published November 2016.

the power of your love

By Linda M. Crate

vignettes of maple leaves
cling to your eyes in green;

your hair is burnt sienna not
quite auburn but a shade past —

your skin is ivory like snow,
your lips crimson as cardinals;

your perfume of mint I find
intoxicating as I breathe you

in shallow breaths of fog, a
silver enigmatic love that is

washing all over me in arms
softer than bouquets of rose

kisses that you plant all over
me; blooms of goose bumps

emerge not because of heat
or lack thereof but because

of the intensity of your love
more dulcet than angry waves.


Linda Crate is a twenty five year old Pennsylvanian native with a degree in English-Literature. Her poetry has been published in various magazines the latest of which include: Dead Snakes, The Camel Saloon, and Carnage Conservatory.

Drunken Folly

By Linda Crate

the golden age of apollo has ended,
the pomegranate age of dionysus has
begun, people are drinking grapes
straight off the vine; a poor man’s
wine, everyone wants a reason to
raise a glass or two as they get drunk
on everything from champagne to
appletinis to vodka and rum; sober
thoughts are hard to come by
depending on who you speak to,
the ale getting in the way of
things that truly matter, but the
drunkard will not save himself he
raises the glass to his lips and kills
his vital organs down one by one.



Linda Crate is a twenty five year old Pennsylvanian native with a degree in English-Literature. Her poetry has been published in various magazines the latest of which include: Dead Snakes, The Camel Saloon, and Carnage Conservatory.