Route 7 Review - Page 32

moon child BY Linda M. Crate gazing at the moon everyone remarks of her beauty one may warn you about the dark side, but no one dwells on it; i am a moon child can tell you my moon mother isn’t to be reckoned with but neither am i; i’ll create hurricanes to erode away your heart scream with the chorus of sirens and ocean waves, pummel you into the very dust of which you were born; use my tongue as a dagger that cuts through the heart of your most vulnerable stone— i am a moon child preferring peace and flowers, but every moon has a dark side and people try my patience anymore. 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. Recently her two chapbooks A Mermaid Crashing Into Dawn (Fowlpox Press - June 2013) and Less Than A Man (The Camel Saloon - January