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Mirror and Garden<\/strong><\/p>\n There is a river running in our walls. The architecture is discomfited by this clinking dew. (We conspiring River running through our shallow halls. The neighbourhood is unsure about this new sinking. (we are wanting <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Nick\u00a0Norton<\/strong>:\u00a0 Prose in Brittle Star, Vignette Review, The Periodical<\/em>. Poems in Anima, Octavius Magazine, Obsessed with Pipework, The Interpreters House, Iota, Other Poetry, Envoi,<\/em> and elsewhere.\u00a0\u00a0 http:\/\/nicknorton.blogspot.co.uk\/\u00a0 <\/a>Twitter: @NMNorton2<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Mirror and Garden There is a river running in our walls. Tears erupt through the groan of bubbling plaster. A lunging silence beneath every floor. The architecture is discomfited by this clinking dew. It has no conscious account of itself. (We conspiring to rummage in whispers. Rumours will deafen us.) River running through […]<\/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-10489","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10489","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=10489"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10489\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10493,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10489\/revisions\/10493"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10489"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10489"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10489"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nTears erupt through the groan of bubbling plaster.
\nA lunging silence beneath every floor.<\/p>\n
\nIt has no conscious account of itself.<\/p>\n
\nto rummage in whispers.
\nRumours will deafen us.)<\/p>\n
\nA brimming brown mirror, scattered with pond
\nand the plunging buying propecia online<\/a> pools of bloated landfill.<\/p>\n
\nMy garden is surrounded by demand<\/p>\n
\nand our plumage is in tatters.)<\/p>\n