{"id":11987,"date":"2016-10-14T09:00:47","date_gmt":"2016-10-14T09:00:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=11987"},"modified":"2016-09-23T09:56:50","modified_gmt":"2016-09-23T09:56:50","slug":"danielle-pegg","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/danielle-pegg\/","title":{"rendered":"Danielle Pegg"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Right Now<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Right now would be good.<br \/>\nIf you don\u2019t mind.<br \/>\nI\u2019ve been waiting a while.<br \/>\nA typhoon of time.<br \/>\nAwful, rolling hills and burning distant meadows.<br \/>\nGut spills and floating shadows.<br \/>\nPink clouds in the city, edged with dirt.<br \/>\nSweat stains in the armpits of my shirt.<br \/>\nAnd a chill.<br \/>\nReflecting<br \/>\nAll of it.<\/p>\n<p>Any time soon.<br \/>\nIf you could hurry it up.<br \/>\nIt\u2019s been forever since I felt stable enough.<br \/>\nThe moon is mad,<br \/>\npouring mustard across my cheeks when they are wet.<br \/>\nI tend to fret.<br \/>\nLest the blinking stars<br \/>\nReflect<br \/>\nAll of me.<\/p>\n<p>I thought I was waiting<br \/>\nfor something.<br \/>\nBut no. It\u2019s just part of the game.<br \/>\nLike Twister.<br \/>\nSometimes you\u2019re stuck, in a position of pain.<br \/>\nAnd then suddenly you\u2019re arching and warping<br \/>\nand dancing to the music.<br \/>\nIt\u2019s all fiction<br \/>\nAnd we\u2019re are all stories<br \/>\nReflecting<br \/>\nAll of everything.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Danielle Pegg<\/strong> has been published by Forward Poetry, United Press and Chuffed Buff Books and was long listed for the Great British Write Off 2014. She blogs at <a href=\"http:\/\/writingat.wixsite.com\/danielleapegg\">www.daniellepegg.co.uk <\/a>You can follow her via twitter @scrambledpegg.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Right Now Right now would be good. If you don\u2019t mind. I\u2019ve been waiting a while. A typhoon of time. Awful, rolling hills and burning distant meadows. Gut spills and floating shadows. Pink clouds in the city, edged with dirt. Sweat stains in the armpits of my shirt. And a chill. Reflecting [&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-11987","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11987","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=11987"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11987\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11989,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11987\/revisions\/11989"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11987"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11987"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11987"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}