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reverse shadows<\/strong> charcoal scars here hell dropped its livid star<\/p>\n what left at the still point of an alien war<\/p>\n watch the shadows darken <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Joel Moktar<\/strong> writes poetry and short fiction. His writing has been published in various magazines and anthologies, including\u00a0Popshot, Iota, Ink Sweat and Tears, Belleville Park Pages<\/i>, and\u00a0In Protest: 150 Poems for Human Rights<\/i>. Joel has lived in three continents, and currently calls London home. You can read more of his writing at joelmoktar.wordpress.com<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" reverse shadows after a photograph by Eiichi Matsumoto charcoal scars and tired wooden slats both man and ladder seared to shade here where the air is steeped in the memory of fire hell dropped its livid star what left at the still point of an alien war watch the shadows darken like\u00a0sweet marinade […]<\/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-16469","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16469","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=16469"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16469\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":16888,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16469\/revisions\/16888"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=16469"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=16469"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=16469"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nafter a photograph by Eiichi Matsumoto<\/em><\/p>\n
\nand tired wooden slats
\nboth man and ladder seared to shade<\/p>\n
\nwhere the air is steeped
\nin the memory of fire<\/p>\n
\nlike\u00a0sweet marinade<\/p>\n