{"id":15908,"date":"2018-03-28T08:00:48","date_gmt":"2018-03-28T08:00:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=15908"},"modified":"2018-02-23T12:06:46","modified_gmt":"2018-02-23T12:06:46","slug":"stuart-buck","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/stuart-buck\/","title":{"rendered":"Stuart Buck"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>On the Surface of the Moon<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>my friend tells me he cannot see the lights on the surface\u00a0of the moon<\/p>\n<p>because there is a patch of the bad thing in his heart<\/p>\n<p>so I tell him to look now<\/p>\n<p>at the sinking birds kissing the taller plants around us<\/p>\n<p>he can still cry in his car at night, alone<\/p>\n<p>now that the radio is playing cadenza<\/p>\n<p>the birds and the notes falling as one<\/p>\n<p>and time is a loop not a line<\/p>\n<p>so now he is the lights on the surface of the moon<\/p>\n<p>i am a teardrop, alone<\/p>\n<p>the radio kisses the tall plants<\/p>\n<p>my heart is a bird<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Stuart Buck<\/strong> is a poet living in Wrexham. He has been writing for five years, during which time he has been published widely both online and in print. His debut <em>Casually Discussing the Infinite<\/em> received positive reviews and will be followed up by a shorter collection this year. He can be found @stuartmbuck and his book can be purchased here &#8211;\u00a0<a id=\"m_-5132751587562004667LPlnk949583\" class=\"m_-5132751587562004667OWAAutoLink\" href=\"http:\/\/amzn.to\/2scvF8K\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\" data-saferedirecturl=\"https:\/\/www.google.com\/url?hl=en&amp;q=http:\/\/amzn.to\/2scvF8K&amp;source=gmail&amp;ust=1519464834610000&amp;usg=AFQjCNHwggbdT4OWMOvowEnHWaXU7J6Dew\">http:\/\/amzn.to\/2scvF8K<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; On the Surface of the Moon \u00a0 my friend tells me he cannot see the lights on the surface\u00a0of the moon because there is a patch of the bad thing in his heart so I tell him to look now at the sinking birds kissing the taller plants around us he can [&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-15908","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15908","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=15908"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15908\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15909,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15908\/revisions\/15909"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15908"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15908"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15908"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}