{"id":13800,"date":"2017-07-30T08:00:22","date_gmt":"2017-07-30T08:00:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=13800"},"modified":"2017-07-30T08:55:25","modified_gmt":"2017-07-30T08:55:25","slug":"maxine-rose-munro","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/maxine-rose-munro\/","title":{"rendered":"Maxine Rose Munro"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Moving On<\/strong><\/p>\n<div>Disjointed we sit amid boxes, you and I<\/div>\n<div>lost in the tape and wrap of it all. New<\/div>\n<div>life for us we had said. Our old life had<\/div>\n<div>floundered, had stalled so soon after<\/div>\n<div>birth we had not recognized the truth<\/div>\n<div>till now. You make me coffee. Kettle<\/div>\n<div>boils on bare boards, we drink it out<\/div>\n<div>of washed out jam jars left on a shelf.<\/div>\n<div>We joke it is avant-garde, funky, cool.<\/div>\n<div>It is not. I wonder where to start to<\/div>\n<div>begin to unpick our world. To bring<\/div>\n<div>to light things we had covered over<\/div>\n<div>in the rush, the need to be somewhere<\/div>\n<div>else. Maybe I think I should leave it<\/div>\n<div>boxed, become someone else without<\/div>\n<div>baggage. Maybe I think there is hope.<\/div>\n<div>But I think none of these things. Instead<\/div>\n<div>I take your hand, lift you off the floor.<\/div>\n<div>And together we open the first box.<\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div><strong>Maxine Rose Munro<\/strong> is a Shetlander adrift on the outskirts of Glasgow. Her work has appeared in <em>Sarasvati, Open Mouse<\/em> and O<em>bsessed With Pipework,<\/em> among others. Find her here <a href=\"http:\/\/facebook.com\/maxinerosemunro\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\" data-saferedirecturl=\"https:\/\/www.google.com\/url?hl=en&amp;q=http:\/\/facebook.com\/maxinerosemunro&amp;source=gmail&amp;ust=1492520671953000&amp;usg=AFQjCNGqpEPzR3LmmzD8s9zK9TqZSmt07g\">facebook.com\/maxinerosemunro<\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; Moving On Disjointed we sit amid boxes, you and I lost in the tape and wrap of it all. New life for us we had said. Our old life had floundered, had stalled so soon after birth we had not recognized the truth till now. You make me coffee. Kettle boils on bare boards, [&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-13800","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13800","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=13800"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13800\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14622,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13800\/revisions\/14622"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13800"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13800"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13800"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}