{"id":12273,"date":"2016-12-16T08:00:05","date_gmt":"2016-12-16T08:00:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=12273"},"modified":"2016-10-16T14:40:42","modified_gmt":"2016-10-16T14:40:42","slug":"catriona-knapman","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/catriona-knapman\/","title":{"rendered":"Catriona Knapman"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>North<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>We are expected to accept the<br \/>\ncorners of the map,<br \/>\nthe turning arrows, the edges of town,<br \/>\nbut North pulls,<br \/>\nso that we gravitate,<br \/>\nto its polished gold,<br \/>\nstripped back skin.<\/p>\n<p>The further North we travel<br \/>\nthe more we see<br \/>\ntrue North shipwrecked<br \/>\non one crashing wave.<\/p>\n<p>The sun is setting lately,<br \/>\nWest, North West.<br \/>\nElectric legend.<br \/>\nOne bright star.<\/p>\n<p>The moon is half full for you.<br \/>\nOnce the sun has gone.<br \/>\nThe world will turn over.<br \/>\nSo, run into it. Run.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Catriona Knapman<\/strong> is a Scottish writer and human rights worker based in Yangon, Burma. Her writing has been published in <em>Guernica, Magma, Kweli <\/em>and<em> Tiferet,<\/em> among others. Connect with her at<a href=\"https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/luckydiplife\"> www.facebook.com\/luckydiplife<\/a> or on Instagram @catrionaknapman.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>North We are expected to accept the corners of the map, the turning arrows, the edges of town, but North pulls, so that we gravitate, to its polished gold, stripped back skin. The further North we travel the more we see true North shipwrecked on one crashing wave. The sun is setting lately, West, North [&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-12273","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12273","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=12273"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12273\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12885,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12273\/revisions\/12885"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12273"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12273"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12273"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}