two poems


every bone of magic

the city may be inviting for some,

but it’s generally not for me;

i would prefer to spend time

walking through fields of flowers or

through forests full of trees and wildflowers—

rather dance through creeks and befriend

every butterfly and crow,

the city has its glitz and glam and activity;

sometimes that’s okay but sometimes

i just want peace and quiet and not to hear

wailing sirens or see flashing lights

dance across every window in my line of vision,

i would rather a sunset spill over me

and warm my bones;

rather drink in a blue sky on a country road

than to see one cut by skyscrapers—

hustle and bustle in the city can be fun,

but it can also be terrifying;

it’s not like in the country where you can

trust your neighbors to have your back

every shadow could be a foe and people don’t

talk to you and they aren’t friendly—

so give me the country any time,

i will grow wings and fly with the crows;

and know every bone of magic.

missing heart

the city is decent

when you go

for a visit,

but i don’t think i want

to live here any longer;

my parents have neighbors

that are actually a decent whiles

away rather than houses

jutting right next to each other

where nosy neighbors can speak

to you when you’d much rather they

leave you alone—

they can walk into the trees,

discover magic that they didn’t

know they were missing;

cities may have hustle and bustle

but very often i find they are missing heart. 


Linda M. Crate (she/her) is a Pennsylvanian writer whose works have been published widely both online and in print. She has twelve published poetry chapbooks, the latest being: Searching Stained Glass Windows For An Answer (Alien Buddha Press, December 2022).