By: Linda M. Crate the white raven knows darkness it kissed her in the form of a silver serpent pretending to be a wolf loyal and true; his intentions a little more sinister than she cares to remember untrue and…

By: Linda M. Crate They lived in a lonely, nowhere town. A goodbye place, a place of new beginnings or endings. It was a rural place full of dirt roads, and a familiarity that could provide comfort and peace of…

By: Linda M. Crate when there’s thunder there’s lightening and always a surplus of rain colder than moon silver to kiss me with the stain of his melancholy or rage; wiping smiles so easily away as if they were constructed by…

  By: Linda M. Crate   maybe it’s your loss but it feels like mine all i know is we are meant to be together intuition, i guess; as the grass knows to grow and dew knows to fall birds to…

By: Linda M. Crate nature proposed to me with a rose and i said yes for she smells sweeter than the lies you drink so heavily of her musk finer than cologne shuddering confessions of lust silk softer than the…

By: Linda M. Crate intimate dance beneath the sheets two tangoing hearts beating in sync the whole world paused forgotten as breaths beat with the ferocity of an angry rain lashing the windows — all that exists is you and…

By: Linda M. Crate I had decided that since I never had to read anything by the great F.S. Fitzgerald in high school or college that I would pursue one of his works on my own time. When I first…