{"id":103,"date":"2012-03-14T17:00:00","date_gmt":"2012-03-14T17:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=103"},"modified":"2012-03-26T16:20:31","modified_gmt":"2012-03-26T16:20:31","slug":"ben-parker","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/ben-parker\/","title":{"rendered":"Ben Parker"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Day\u2019s Last Wave<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Each afternoon he would make the drive<br \/>\n15 miles west from his house to see<br \/>\nthe breaking of the last wave of the day.<br \/>\nArmed with an accurate prediction<br \/>\nof the time of the setting, and with<br \/>\none eye on the sun (or if obscured<br \/>\nby a cloud, on the second-display<br \/>\nof his digital waterproof watch)<br \/>\nthe other on the lick of the surf<br \/>\nas it ran along the parched lip<br \/>\nof this small secluded gravel beach.<br \/>\nAs the end of the sun teased the edge<br \/>\nof the horizon he would prepare<br \/>\nto record the details of the final wave<br \/>\nunfolding in daylight. Noting down<br \/>\nin his third, thick notebook the sound<br \/>\nof it sprawling against the stones, the height,<br \/>\napproximately, before it fell<br \/>\nand the colours of its collapsing body.<br \/>\nWhen he arrived home he could still hear<br \/>\nthe push and sigh of the sea working<br \/>\nat the shore in the thickening dark.<\/p>\n<p><strong>*Ben Parker<\/strong> studied creative writing at UEA and has published work in a number of places, including <em>Iota, Staple, nthposition and Envoi.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Day\u2019s Last Wave Each afternoon he would make the drive 15 miles west from his house to see the breaking of the last wave of the day. Armed with an accurate prediction of the time of the setting, and with one eye on the sun (or if obscured by a cloud, on the second-display of [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","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-103","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/103","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\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=103"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/103\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1770,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/103\/revisions\/1770"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=103"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=103"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=103"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}