Friday, 1 June 2018


cruel white songs

by linda m. crate


her fingers
clutched
the lottery ticket
like a prayer

grey sky
ties itself in a basket
in the sky
pours down silver bullets

her face falls
like the rain,
and she hastily retreats
out into the cold weather

life isn't always fair;
but sometimes
i wish it weren't like winter
and all his cruel white songs.