{"id":14111,"date":"2017-06-19T08:00:20","date_gmt":"2017-06-19T08:00:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=14111"},"modified":"2017-06-15T07:18:47","modified_gmt":"2017-06-15T07:18:47","slug":"john-doyle-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/john-doyle-2\/","title":{"rendered":"John Doyle"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>When It Rains and No-One Else is Around<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I mimic that previous moon,<br \/>\nwhose drowning<br \/>\nwas little more than murk-filled puddles<br \/>\nand longwave radio crawling up walls &#8211;<br \/>\nin wheezing lines of French;<br \/>\nI remember mornings after,<br \/>\nof exploding skulls and breath that seized<br \/>\nnations by their gut,<br \/>\nthe clock stout and cherry-faced on my sterling wall;<br \/>\nthere are lovers who never die,<br \/>\nthey merely grow fat, and sit, and wait<br \/>\nfor rains to fall; they recall<br \/>\nwhat little they held,<br \/>\nin their atlas-palmed grooves,<br \/>\nbetween pattering voice,<br \/>\nbetween an ocean of scowls &#8211;<br \/>\nand the moon knew everything, its lungs ready to burst; its spears are<br \/>\nrattling my mirror-ball again.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div><strong>John Doyle<\/strong>, 41, is from County Kildare, Ireland. After a long convalescence from his battle with words, he returned to his old demons in 2015, and has since been published in Ireland, the U.K., and the U.S.A. He intends on forcing his first full-length collection <i>A Stirring At Dusk <\/i>upon the unsuspecting innocents of the world in 2017.<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; When It Rains and No-One Else is Around I mimic that previous moon, whose drowning was little more than murk-filled puddles and longwave radio crawling up walls &#8211; in wheezing lines of French; I remember mornings after, of exploding skulls and breath that seized nations by their gut, the clock stout and cherry-faced [&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-14111","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14111","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=14111"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14111\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14113,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14111\/revisions\/14113"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14111"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14111"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14111"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}