Excited to have my story in the Red Issue of Chróma Magazine
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
in a corner
where vinyl careers
& a loudspeaker blares
& horse eyes glare
the wall is smeared
with bloody mary
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.
water in winter
a rat slips into ripples
silver under clouds
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
He left art on a path.
Passers-by kicked in the cheek,
bruised the chin, dislodged a
nostril, finished the work,