{"id":12155,"date":"2016-10-11T08:00:48","date_gmt":"2016-10-11T08:00:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=12155"},"modified":"2016-09-29T10:48:11","modified_gmt":"2016-09-29T10:48:11","slug":"messages-ruth-z-deming-for-national-poetry-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/messages-ruth-z-deming-for-national-poetry-day\/","title":{"rendered":"Messages: Ruth Z. Deming for National Poetry Day"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>All Aboard the Death Train<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>She felt nothing on the train,<br \/>\nsquashed between Uncle Harry<br \/>\nin his drooping black trousers<br \/>\nand her old Bubby, who<br \/>\nmoaned aloud in Yiddish, raising<br \/>\nher voice to Yahweh, &#8220;Vat the<br \/>\nhell is going on? We done<br \/>\nnothing wrong.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>The train rocked, heading for<br \/>\nhell. She put her arm around<br \/>\nUncle Harry and Bubby<br \/>\nwho still wore her inherited<br \/>\njade earrings, shaped like<br \/>\na tiger.<\/p>\n<p>This, you must remember.<br \/>\nKeep your eye on the birds<br \/>\nflying overhead, remember our<br \/>\nlovely homes with the gauzy<br \/>\nlace curtains, and if death<br \/>\ncalls your name, remember<br \/>\nyour Chaya loves you.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Ruth Z. Deming<\/strong> has had her poetry published in <em>Mad Swirl, Poets Haven <\/em>and<em> Bookends Review.<\/em> A psychotherapist, she lives in Willow Grove, a suburb of Philadelphia in the good old USA. View her blog at <a href=\"http:\/\/ruthzdeming.blogspot.co.uk\/\">www.ruthzdeming.blogspot.com.<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; All Aboard the Death Train She felt nothing on the train, squashed between Uncle Harry in his drooping black trousers and her old Bubby, who moaned aloud in Yiddish, raising her voice to Yahweh, &#8220;Vat the hell is going on? We done nothing wrong.&#8221; The train rocked, heading for hell. She put [&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-12155","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12155","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=12155"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12155\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12158,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12155\/revisions\/12158"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12155"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12155"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12155"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}