{"id":12025,"date":"2016-10-27T09:00:32","date_gmt":"2016-10-27T09:00:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=12025"},"modified":"2016-09-23T13:13:15","modified_gmt":"2016-09-23T13:13:15","slug":"luigi-coppola","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/luigi-coppola\/","title":{"rendered":"Luigi Coppola"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>The Crack<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>The crack had spread like an art print of ants,<br \/>\nan angry line that seemed to grow each night.<br \/>\nIt stepped from off the skirting board and danced<br \/>\na zigzag sketch, as if in flight or fight.<\/p>\n<p>Sam wasn\u2019t sure exactly when, or how<br \/>\nit started, just that it was here now &#8211; black<br \/>\non tea tone walls, with its brick crumbs to sow<br \/>\non soggy rug, behind the music rack.<\/p>\n<p>Sitting on two chipped wood planks stretched across<br \/>\ntwo upside down, warped plastic crates, Sam thought<br \/>\nback, trying hard to find the memory of<br \/>\nan earthquake, truck or broken bath, then lost<br \/>\nhold of his beer and cigarette. He caught<br \/>\nthe can, but ash fell, burning rug hairs off.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Luigi Coppola<\/strong>\u2019s poems have appeared in<em> Anon, Equinox, Fourteen, Frogmore, Iota, Magma, Orbis, Other Poetry, Pennine Platform, Poetry Digest, The Rialto, THE SHOp <\/em>and<em> South<\/em>. He has a website &#8211; <a href=\"https:\/\/sites.google.com\/site\/luigicoppolapoetry\/\">www.bit.do\/luigicoppola <\/a>&#8211; with some of his published poetry.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; The Crack The crack had spread like an art print of ants, an angry line that seemed to grow each night. It stepped from off the skirting board and danced a zigzag sketch, as if in flight or fight. Sam wasn\u2019t sure exactly when, or how it started, just that it was [&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-12025","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12025","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=12025"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12025\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12026,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12025\/revisions\/12026"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12025"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12025"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12025"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}