{"id":14848,"date":"2017-10-31T08:00:49","date_gmt":"2017-10-31T08:00:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=14848"},"modified":"2017-10-31T08:35:43","modified_gmt":"2017-10-31T08:35:43","slug":"gary-jude-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/gary-jude-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Gary Jude"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>The Apocalypse Wasn\u2019t How I\u2019d Imagined<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Or at all like in the movies I\u2019d seen.<br \/>\nShopping malls weren&#8217;t swarmed by hordes.<\/p>\n<p>Cities didn&#8217;t burn down on the horizon.<br \/>\nOnly a few shots were ever fired.<\/p>\n<p>The dead rose \u00a0like loaves of bread.<br \/>\nAlthough mostly mistrusted and silent<\/p>\n<p>they were actually full of love.<br \/>\nI became especially close to great uncle Felix<\/p>\n<p>(we&#8217;d often joke around with a ouija board)<br \/>\nand a hauntingly beautiful distant cousin called Louise<\/p>\n<p>(which would prove awkward and confusing).<br \/>\nEverything seemed almost normal after a while.<\/p>\n<p>Even the great strange sky<br \/>\nwith all its signs and comings and goings.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>\n<div id=\"m_-9186254875301293457m_-2309479024984240698yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1496222804287_4122\"><strong>Gary Jude<\/strong> is from London, but lives and works in Bern, Switzerland.\u00a0 He has previously had poems published, including in <em>Poetry Salzburg, Ink Sweat and Tears <\/em>and<em> Orbis.<\/em><\/div>\n<div id=\"m_-9186254875301293457m_-2309479024984240698yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1496222804287_4122\"><\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; The Apocalypse Wasn\u2019t How I\u2019d Imagined &nbsp; Or at all like in the movies I\u2019d seen. Shopping malls weren&#8217;t swarmed by hordes. Cities didn&#8217;t burn down on the horizon. Only a few shots were ever fired. The dead rose \u00a0like loaves of bread. Although mostly mistrusted and silent they were actually full of love. [&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-14848","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14848","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=14848"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14848\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15116,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14848\/revisions\/15116"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14848"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14848"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14848"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}