{"id":10458,"date":"2016-04-07T08:00:00","date_gmt":"2016-04-07T08:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=10458"},"modified":"2016-03-29T10:10:46","modified_gmt":"2016-03-29T10:10:46","slug":"len-kuntz-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/len-kuntz-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Len Kuntz"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Silence Is A Yes<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Today I apprentice in a tunnel so dark<br \/>\nI can only feel the rats<br \/>\nScurry across my feet<br \/>\nYou told me silence is a yes<br \/>\nBut I didn\u2019t believe you<br \/>\nIn Paris we counted blue cars<br \/>\nAnd pigeons liked your perfume<br \/>\nYour mother hated me<br \/>\nBut she still called<br \/>\nTo give me the news<br \/>\nSo I apprentice in a sink hole<br \/>\nQuiet enough to hear the tree roots whisper<br \/>\n\u201cHe must have really loved her.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Len Kuntz<\/strong> is a writer from Washington State, an editor at the online magazine <em>Literary Orphans,<\/em> and the author of <em>The Dark Sunshine.<\/em> You can also find him at <a href=\"http:\/\/lenkuntz.blogspot.co.uk\/\" target=\"_blank\">lenkuntz.blogspot.com<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Silence Is A Yes Today I apprentice in a tunnel so dark I can only feel the rats Scurry across my feet You told me silence is a yes But I didn\u2019t believe you In Paris we counted blue cars And pigeons liked your perfume Your mother hated me But she still [&hellip;]<\/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-10458","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10458","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=10458"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10458\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10460,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10458\/revisions\/10460"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10458"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10458"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10458"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}