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Crossing the English channel by foot- I’ll make Dieppe by tea-time.<\/strong><\/p>\n I push images of that great bolt of fluid <\/p>\n Hailing from the countryside of Gloucestershire, but currently living in Brighton, East Sussex, Tom Stevens<\/strong> is a twenty-one year old who studied English literature at the University of Sussex. Most of his poems are unpublished, and those that are, are in small editorials and student collections. Blog link Crossing the English channel by foot- I’ll make Dieppe by tea-time. I push images of that great bolt of fluid streaming out of Shoreham sewage treatment plant, snaking towards Brighton beach, out of my mind, striding into the churned, murky waters, cloake in neoprene, the rain storm long passed to a flash […]<\/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":[136,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-12536","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2017-poetry-picks","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12536","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=12536"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12536\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13347,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12536\/revisions\/13347"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12536"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12536"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12536"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nstreaming out of Shoreham sewage treatment plant,
\nsnaking towards Brighton beach, out of my mind,
\nstriding into the churned, murky waters, cloake in neoprene,
\nthe rain storm long passed to a flash of sun,
\njellyfish and lone weeds thrashed against the
\npebbles, I come to my neck,
\nsnap my eyelids shut, ignoring the thought
\nof storm drains awash with the babble of the streets,
\ntake a breath,
\nand head under the wave, which pulls easterly
\nas the sea drags itself further and further
\naway from us.<\/p>\n
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