The March Editor's Pick Poet is
Linda Crate
Please feel free to email Linda at: veritaserumvial@hotmail.com
MOON SILVER CORPSE
She laid there still like a night,
Her lips blue as an azure sky of
Day; but still you did not know —
You talked to her as if she were
Still wakening in some dismal
Dream of day’s reckoning made.
It wasn’t until you grabbed her
Hand, felt the death seeping through
Her bones that you knew that you . . .
You, were talking love to a corpse
That could not kiss with you with
The osculation of life you once knew.
ZOMBIE HUNTING
The zombies are out,
Entrails spill upon the
Earth more staining than
Blood in it’s ruby flood —
Brains cling to their
Rank breath in haunts
Of decay that holds them
In it’s loving arms forever.
The guns are drawn to
Their heads, blowing the
Scent of decay all around —
The stench haunts the living.
POSERS
I see them in the nightclubs
With their fake fangs pretending
They’re a vampire, but I wonder
How much they’d crap their pants
If Dracula were to walk into the
Rave, and converse with them —
With fangs glimmering whiter than
Snow; I wonder if he’d let them run
Or if he’d kill them all for kicks;
For perverting the name of vampire
Into something that glitters like a
Faerie, for something less than monster.
VICTIMS OF THE BLOOD RED MOON
The blood red moon hangs in the
Sky, a talisman for the blood that
Will soon run rampant in the roads —
The vampires and werewolves rule
The night, and unless you have stakes
And silver; you ought not venture out.
Wait until the morning wakes, and
Chases all the demons into their holes;
Tonight the streets will run with the
Blood and entrails of all those fools
That tempted fate and ventured out
Into the parade of blood lust lighting
Brighter than the sun of day; impulse
And desire that cannot be waxed away
Or locked into a box and told to ‘behave’ —
It strikes and launches fear into the hearts
Of all the mortals that they haunt and hunt;
Beware of the blood red moon’s victims.
Linda Crate is a Pennsylvanian native born in Pittsburgh yet raised in the rural town of Conneautville. She has a Bachelor's in English-Literature from Edinboro University. Her poems have been previously published in Magic Cat Press, Black-Listed Magazine, Bigger Stones, Vintage Poetry, The Stellar Showcase Journal, Ides of March, The Blinking Cursor, The Diversified Arts Project, The Railroad Poetry Project, Skive, The Scarlet Sound, Speech Therapy, Itasca Illinois & Willowtree Dreams, Dead Snakes, The Camel Saloon, Write From Wrong, Moon Washed Kisses, Deep Tissue Magazine, Wilderness Interface Zone, and Crack The Spine. Her short stories have been published in Carnage Conservatory, Daily Love, and Circus of the Damned.