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\u00a0Diary of Water<\/strong><\/p>\n Rise from the water tunnels spinning from seabed, We reach the barrens of land\u00a0 through countless incarnations of various deities We would return to the oceans when concrete flames in a strawberry moon <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Matt Duggan<\/strong> is the winner of the Erbacce Prize for Poetry 2015\u00a0 Poems have appeared in The Journal, Graffiti, The Dawntreader, The Seventh Quarry, Prole, I,S,& T, Lunar Poetry Magazine, Tipton Poetry Journal, Apogee Magazine, The Jawline Review, Harbinger Asylum. <\/em>His first full collection Dystopia 38.10<\/em> (Erbacce-Press) is s now available.\u00a0http:\/\/mattduggan.webnode.com\/\/ <\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" \u00a0Diary of Water Rise from the water tunnels spinning from seabed, our first pierced breaths of oxygen are like an embryonic rush for birth swaying on the surface \u2013 half in one world – breath and sight in another. We reach the barrens of land\u00a0 through countless incarnations of various deities we […]<\/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-12493","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12493","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=12493"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12493\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12495,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12493\/revisions\/12495"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12493"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12493"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12493"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nour first pierced breaths of oxygen are like an embryonic rush for birth
\nswaying on the surface \u2013 half in one world – breath and sight in another.<\/p>\n
\nwe had come out of the water surviving on the dryland,
\nknowing we were always sea-bound a curse for the mother of all gods.<\/p>\n
\nburn flags mouthing words from another prophet,
\nwill we once again be the liquid before birth after flood in death – the ink in a diary of water.<\/p>\n