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The Unmoving<\/strong><\/p>\n I fell asleep by a window The ground moved backwards and forwards The world felt clean, A missile woke me up half-dreaming A blue icicle at the corner of my mouth The music absorbed what was left of Rana Plaza I got to the finish line <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Winner of twelve national Romanian prizes for poetry, Maria Stadnicka<\/strong> is a freelance journalist and writer based in Gloucestershire. She her work has appeared in International Times, Dissident Voice<\/em> and in various journals and literary magazines in Austria, Germany, Romania, Moldova, Mexico, the U.S.A., the U.K., and Australia. Published collections O-Zone Friendly, A Short Story about War, Exitus<\/em> and Imperfect<\/em>. Forthcoming collection Uranium Bullets<\/em>, 2019, Cervena Barva Press, Massachusetts, USA. The Unmoving I fell asleep by a window and the book slipped through my knees. The ground moved backwards and forwards settled between reference points. The world felt clean, in absolute isolation, a time-capsule sent flying into space. A missile woke me up half-dreaming the outside watched a man slowly walking between cars […]<\/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-16710","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16710","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=16710"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16710\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":16711,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16710\/revisions\/16711"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=16710"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=16710"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=16710"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nand the book slipped through my knees.<\/p>\n
\nsettled between reference points.<\/p>\n
\nin absolute isolation,
\na time-capsule sent flying into space.<\/p>\n
\nthe outside watched
\na man slowly walking between cars
\non the high-speed roadway.<\/p>\n
\na few people passed by
\nout of nowhere
\nan angel offered to sell me a dog.<\/p>\n
\nthe spring barked at young trees
\nanother man took my place
\nborn out of my faults.<\/p>\n
\nfrom one page to another
\nand found signs of life somewhere else.<\/p>\n
\nWebsite: Maria Stadnicka<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"