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Mother and the Mortgage<\/strong><\/p>\n Mother is like a nervous yet overly positive mouse They play arts and crafts most days Their clothes are visibly mended It\u2019s the only house in the fox-hunting street My sister, mother, me and the mortgage <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Samuel W. James<\/strong> is a writer form Yorkshire who uses unambiguous images\/narratives to discuss theory like post-structuralism and Marxism. His narratives come from individual experiences of poverty, factory-work, office-work, hitchhiking, homelessness, studying, and successful (and catastrophically unsuccessful) personal relationships.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Mother and the Mortgage Mother is like a nervous yet overly positive mouse and since I moved away, it\u2019s just been her and my sister in that huge, half-empty house. They play arts and crafts most days and my sister sleeps away afternoons like a cat on the bed, listening to every […]<\/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-11712","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11712","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=11712"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11712\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11715,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11712\/revisions\/11715"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11712"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11712"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11712"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nand since I moved away,
\nit\u2019s just been her and my sister in that huge, half-empty house.<\/p>\n
\nand my sister sleeps away afternoons like a cat on the bed,
\nlistening to every word my mother says to the phone.<\/p>\n
\nas mother makes ends meet,
\ntrailing bits of thread.<\/p>\n
\nthat harbours unemployed
\nand the only house devoid of heat.<\/p>\n
\nare all at home today
\nand we are all eating porridge.<\/p>\n