{"id":1396,"date":"2008-09-28T09:54:20","date_gmt":"2008-09-28T09:54:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=1396"},"modified":"2008-09-28T09:54:20","modified_gmt":"2008-09-28T09:54:20","slug":"new-haibun-by-ron-koertege","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/new-haibun-by-ron-koertege\/","title":{"rendered":"New haibun by Ron Koertege"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><font size=\"2\"><span style=\"font-weight: bold; font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\">Downtown<\/span><br style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\"><br style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\"><br style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\"><span style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\">Light from everywhere this afternoon, every windshield and sheet of glass, light off of cuff links and earrings, from every concealed whim,&nbsp; light from belt buckles and clasps on the vintage shoes of that assistant manager, light off the foil that guards the yogurt, from inside the bottle of Orange Crush, from the Timex on his wrist and the stud in her tongue, from the shattered mirror at the infidels\u2019 shine beside Los Tacos, from every living retina including the eye of that placid spaniel on the rhinestone leash. And then all of a sudden there\u2019s this big black Lab in the middle of the street, tail curled under his belly, cowering, to and fro, willy nilly, lost and scared. Men get out of their cars,&nbsp; whoop and cluck.&nbsp; Women crouch, one hand out, and kiss the air. Light, nevertheless, off the polyglot, the lisps of their scoldings.&nbsp; Then a little boy beside me starts to whimper:&nbsp; his dog is at home.&nbsp; The ones on TV are busy rescuing crippled girls.&nbsp; Those in the library are pulling sleds or at least chasing a ball thrown by a good-natured kid.&nbsp;&nbsp; His father points to a man in a brown uniform, \u201cLook, he\u2019ll catch him and take him back to his mommy.\u201d \u201cDon\u2019t lie,\u201d wails the boy.&nbsp; \u201cYou said you wouldn\u2019t lie anymore.\u201d&nbsp; And just like that it\u2019s dark.<\/span><br style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\"><br style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\"><br style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\"><span style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\">Rasp of a Zippo <\/span><br style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\"><span style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\">lighter. It\u2019s so cold someone<\/span><br style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\"><span style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\">holds both his hands out.<\/span><br style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\"><br \/><br style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\"><br style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\"><span style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\">* Ron Koertge is a poet living in Southern California. His latest book is <\/span><span style=\"font-style: italic; font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\">FEVER<\/span><span style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\"> (Red Hen Press).<\/span><br style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\"><\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>DowntownLight from everywhere this afternoon, every windshield and sheet of glass, light off of cuff links and earrings, from every concealed whim,&nbsp; light from belt buckles and clasps on the vintage shoes of that assistant manager, light off the foil that guards the yogurt, from inside the bottle of Orange Crush, from the Timex on [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[10],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1396","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-haibun-tanka-haiku-haiga"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1396","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\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1396"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1396\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1396"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1396"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1396"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}