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Out of my Mind<\/strong><\/p>\n Last year I slipped into his,<\/p>\n its sour wine smell on the walls, razors at the door. Yours seems a better option, capacious, rapacious, bit of a Tardis.<\/p>\n Can I stay?<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Rachael Clyne<\/strong>\u2019s work appears in various magazines, also anthologies: The Very Best of 52, Book of Love<\/em> and Loss, Poems for a Liminal Age.<\/em> Her prizewinning collection,\u00a0Singing at the Bone Tree<\/em> <\/a>concerns our relationship with the wild.\u00a0 For more click here<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Out of my Mind Last year I slipped into his, its sour wine smell mouldy heel of bread in the fridge, scratches on the walls, razors at the door. Now I am homeless mine has been condemned. Yours seems a better option, the colour scheme, comfy chairs capacious, rapacious, bit of a Tardis. […]<\/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-11530","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11530","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=11530"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11530\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11534,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11530\/revisions\/11534"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11530"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11530"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11530"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nmouldy heel of bread
\nin the fridge, scratches<\/p>\n
\nNow I am homeless
\nmine has been condemned.<\/p>\n
\nthe colour scheme, comfy chairs<\/p>\n