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1<\/strong><\/p>\n Here is the subversive heart: <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Aim\u00e9e Keeble<\/strong> was born in London but raised in America. Once graduating from high school, she moved back to London to pursue a career as an actress. She has been writing short stories and poems since she was a child. Her work has been recently published by the Lighthouse journal,Forward Poetry, <\/em>and ink, sweat and tears<\/em>. Her greatest inspiration has been her great uncle Alexander Trocchi, a beat writer who produced a handful of novels and began a prose and poetry publication called Merlin. She hopes to follow in his footsteps and have a literary publication of her own one day.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" 1 Here is the subversive heart: Through which rebel blood rolls in secret passages Dark is the meat, opaque and shiny as a horse\u2019s eye Bones fine and curved as tusks steeple a cage for it, Under sediment of the water of you Here are the nobs, the joints, the blades that arch […]<\/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-12002","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12002","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=12002"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12002\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12003,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12002\/revisions\/12003"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12002"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12002"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12002"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nThrough which rebel blood rolls in secret passages
\nDark is the meat, opaque and shiny as a horse\u2019s eye
\nBones fine and curved as tusks steeple a cage for it,
\nUnder sediment of the water of you
\nHere are the nobs, the joints, the blades that arch like fins,
\nThe guts like a sack of jewels,
\nCoiling spine as creeping as a tendril of white ivy,
\nThe knees, the femurs, the pelvis,
\nMarrow filled machinery the colour of old stones that makes you walk so-
\nWhy not pretend we are little planets of flesh with cores of white hot soul
\nLike avocado stones
\nGalactic would the movement between us be, unencumbered by thought
\nAs rock is impassive when it\u2019s smashed into;
\nIt delights in scattering pieces of itself with a feeling of
\nUnbound elementary,
\nI would degenerate with you-
\nShrink my frame as a wizard puddles to nothing with a bang
\nLegless and sticky and thin skinned
\nA see through stained glass body through which all is visible
\nLittle pebble hearts quickening in our swampy chests
\nO\u2019 come with me to the water now,
\n(I would drown with you too)
\nBasic tongues for tasting elements not words-
\nTadpole delicate would we slip without breath
\nDissolve as stars do in morning
\nHere are the atoms unaligned:
\nWithout mystery, without anger
\nLike the calm indifference of the soul of salt.<\/p>\n