Poems by Linda M. Crate
love the skin you’re in i used to hate my body because it was not like those of models or actresses despised my eyes because they were brown and not blue my hair because it was gold, red, and brown...
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love the skin you’re in i used to hate my body because it was not like those of models or actresses despised my eyes because they were brown and not blue my hair because it was gold, red, and brown...
Read MorePosted by PrachyaReview | Feb 9, 2018 | Poetry |
Woman beneath the Sheets It rained the night before and it rained on a woman beneath the sheets. I was there, perched at a corner and stared for beneath the sheets was a woman― my mother. I could not speak for my...
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The Curse of the Red River “My body is aching and my soul is seeking. I am not myself again. I want some time to regain,” confides a lady to a daddy who says, “I am sorry but let me sing you a Lori ...
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Justice for the Body I heard somebody was criticizing my body.. Can anybody give me A fair reason For this treason But nobody answered me When I was thin they said I wasn’t slim but skinny as I’d been...
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Celebrated Scottish poet Tessa Ransford emailed me about Japanese poet Bun Hasijume – ‘Poet Bun Hasijume had a narrow escape from atomic bomb attack in Hirosima during Second World War. In case you are going to Japan try...
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