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Family Man<\/strong><\/p>\n Hullabaloo unframes this night, The miner’s hut is curtain free, open His ghosts are busy carving letters <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Phil Wood<\/strong> works in a statistics office. He enjoys working with numbers and words.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Family Man Hullabaloo unframes this night, the hide and seek of vixen and dog fox: the bark of both, a crack through slate. The miner’s hut is curtain free, open to whim. A bottle grins its emptiness; the vagrant curls into childhood. His ghosts are busy carving letters into floorboards. Do you […]<\/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-15239","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15239","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=15239"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15239\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15313,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15239\/revisions\/15313"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15239"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15239"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15239"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nthe hide and seek of vixen and dog fox:
\nthe bark of both, a crack through slate.<\/p>\n
\nto whim. A bottle grins its emptiness;
\nthe vagrant curls into childhood.<\/p>\n
\ninto floorboards. Do you love us? they ask.
\nHe plays a game of peek-a-boo.<\/p>\n