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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