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Lord Knows I Can Be Cruel<\/strong><\/p>\n And that morning, the type of morning <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Niall\u00a0Bourke<\/strong> is originally from Kilkenny in Ireland but currently lives in London where he teaches English Literature. He is has just finished an MA in creative writing at Goldsmiths university of London. He writes both poetry and prose and has been published in a number of journals and magazines including The Galway Review, The Irish Literary Times, Southbank Poetry, Three Drops From A Cauldron, Prole, Holdfast Magazine<\/em> and Roadside Fiction.<\/em> He was shortlisted for the 2015 Over The Edge New Writer Of The Year award for both poetry and fiction.\u00a0 He is currently working towards his first collection.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Lord Knows I Can Be Cruel And that morning, the type of morning for putting the neighbour\u2019s post in the bin and you\u2019d ate the last heel of bread, I chose my words, whetting them in my mouth so they came out edged. I chose them so they posted out flat and […]<\/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":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10145","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10145","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=10145"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10145\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10148,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10145\/revisions\/10148"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10145"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10145"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10145"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nfor putting the neighbour\u2019s post in the bin
\nand you\u2019d ate the last heel of bread,
\nI chose my words, whetting them in my mouth
\nso they came out edged.
\nI chose them so they posted out flat
\nand cornered\u00a0 like the tray under the toaster
\nthat collects the crumbs and I delivered them
\nin between your fourth and fifth ribs
\nlike I was sliding in that rusty crumb-tray
\nto collect the little croutons of your heart.<\/p>\n