Chróma Launch

Chróma Launch Poster

Excited to have my story in the Red Issue of Chróma Magazine

Long Shadow

lamber, lambing, lambkin, lambrequin, lamb down,
lamb shift, leg of lamb, lamb’s wool, lanolin, lamb
chop, kleftiko, teriyaki, babotie, shawarma, lamps,
lambent, lamella, lambda, lambeth, lambast, lament

Orbis #180

Orbis#180

corner

in a corner
where vinyl careers
& a loudspeaker blares
& horse eyes glare
the wall is smeared
with bloody mary

Somebody’s Baby

The Great War

Lychgate rabbit

A toddler-sized rabbit squats
under the lychgate. Its dusty coat
is nicotine cream. Inscribed
overhead, To The Blessed Dead.

It paws a pleated handkerchief,
ears sweep the varnished seat.
The wooden arch is scratched
TNL and CVL went in WAR 14.

Autumn leaves crackle on a path
to the graves. Inside the church,
stained glass bright, the Vicar’s
wife tips wilting lilies into pails.

Winter

water in winter
a rat slips into ripples
silver under clouds

July Flash Card

July Flash

A tall woman rustled towards me at the ball. Her wine swayed ruby in a thin-stemmed glass. Drums ruffled. A papier-mâché mask patterned with tiny red flowers and green tendrils hid her face. Two words were tattooed on her neck: ‘Love’ above and ‘Death’ below. She bent to kiss me. I pulled away from her midnight lips and woody smell.
‘Love,’ she whispered.
I showed her my pocket watch, scrubbed by the rubble of time.
She unfurled her fingers and stroked my arm. ‘You have twenty-five minutes left,’ she said, ‘use them.’

First published by Mslexia
Image by Matt Benoit

Street Art

StreetArt

He left art on a path.
Passers-by kicked in the cheek,
bruised the chin, dislodged a
nostril, finished the work,
strolled on.

 

‘Five North’ by Gwen Sayers

Five North

How small I am compared to America,
a microscopic speck.
Am I here at all?
That’s me, I see, passing down a corridor at four a.m.
So quiet now the world’s asleep.
There’s no bustle, no scuttle, no wait for the elevator.
Just me and a moth, a velvet-winged hawk,
hug the cold wall.
I glide down the passages bearing my past,
a stethoscope, and your fading, jade ring.
I’ve been called to Five North
to save a patient.