{"id":14470,"date":"2017-08-28T08:00:08","date_gmt":"2017-08-28T08:00:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=14470"},"modified":"2020-12-09T15:25:37","modified_gmt":"2020-12-09T15:25:37","slug":"lewis-buxton","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/lewis-buxton\/","title":{"rendered":"Lewis Buxton"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"m_3046370770763892314gmail-MsoNoSpacing\"><b><span lang=\"EN-US\">Mundesley<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p>I stand on one of the groynes<br \/>\nas if posing for an album cover<br \/>\nbehind me in the cold arcade\u00a0\u00a0 coins<br \/>\ndrop into penny falls\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 it is December<\/p>\n<p>and everyone is losing because\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 whatever<br \/>\nthey win is never something they want<br \/>\nthey leave with hands smelling of copper<br \/>\nto the town\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 the shops\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 their teenage haunts<\/p>\n<p>I watch a dog barreling after a ball<br \/>\nchallenging the strict routines of the sea<br \/>\nfrom where I am standing\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I can hold it all<br \/>\nhow the dog moves with the tide\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I can see<\/p>\n<p>the way time passes\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 the way things stay still<br \/>\nthe unpredictable sand\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 the drop of penny falls<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Lewis Buxton<\/strong> is a poet, arts producer and educator. He works in schools, libraries and universities around the country. He lives between London and Norwich.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; Mundesley I stand on one of the groynes as if posing for an album cover behind me in the cold arcade\u00a0\u00a0 coins drop into penny falls\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 it is December and everyone is losing because\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 whatever they win is never something they want they leave with hands smelling of copper to the town\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 the [&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":[136,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-14470","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\/14470","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=14470"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14470\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14935,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14470\/revisions\/14935"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14470"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14470"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14470"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}