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Exhalations<\/strong> Hot, the rhythm of our exhalations is a pigeon flock so swap me your snicket for a cut and I’ll lend you We could use the maps held in our heads unknowingly boundaries. But the truth is I would rather be left here growing feral in the fret. You’ll feel it on the margins <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Zelda Chappel<\/strong> writes, often on the backs of things. Her work can be found in several publications both online and in print including Popshot, Obsessed with Pipework, Lampeter Review, HARK<\/em> and The Interpreters House<\/em>. Her debut collection, The Girl in the Dog-tooth Coa<\/em>t was released in July 2015 from Bare Fiction.\u00a0 She tweets, sometimes a little too often as @ZeldaChappel<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Exhalations after Liz Berry Hot, the rhythm of our exhalations is a pigeon flock disturbed. Without reference, my dialect is unplaced so swap me your snicket for a cut and I’ll lend you my bones like brittle spires, help you find a direction. We could use the maps held in our heads […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[135,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10015","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2016-poetry-picks","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10015","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10015"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10015\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10162,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10015\/revisions\/10162"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10015"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10015"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10015"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nafter Liz Berry<\/em><\/p>\n
\ndisturbed. Without reference, my dialect is unplaced<\/p>\n
\nmy bones like brittle spires, help you find a direction.<\/p>\n
\noverlapping, with hard-traced line and contentious<\/p>\n
\nin the heart of it\u2014an aftermath, unbridled, bare-hoofed,<\/p>\n
\nof the Lee, how our friction gets kneaded in and out.<\/p>\n