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Bone Exile<\/strong><\/p>\n The worst day – love becomes ugly, There is a surreal feel to this fall This numb ache of not belonging <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Jeffrey Loffman<\/strong> lives in a village outside Sandwich, Kent. After a childhood in London, he grew up in Yorkshire.\u00a0His book, Breath-taking: A Geography<\/em> was published last year.\u00a0He is the poetry organiser for the Sandwich Arts Week and co-founder of the poetry group SoundLines.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Bone Exile The worst day – love becomes ugly, rain hits horizontal in the eyes, drains mumble and split in the silence through frosted windows and wind chills as trees bend on my obscure road, roof slates crack and fall and all shrinks to nothing. There is a surreal feel to this fall […]<\/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-16692","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16692","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=16692"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16692\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":16693,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16692\/revisions\/16693"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=16692"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=16692"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=16692"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nrain hits horizontal in the eyes,
\ndrains mumble and split in the silence
\nthrough frosted windows and wind chills
\nas trees bend on my obscure road,
\nroof slates crack and fall
\nand all shrinks to nothing.<\/p>\n
\nlike a sudden acceleration down Losehill,
\nor like a fox flattened on the road
\nall blooded bone and matted fur,
\nno hint of heaven or after-life
\nwhat life within is left?<\/p>\n
\nwhile grey cumulus surrounds, empty
\nlike a clown whose laughter is lost,
\nwhose make-up drips, whose flesh leaks
\nalongside.\u00a0 I am reduced to this bone
\nno longer home.<\/p>\n