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Two Mutes<\/strong><\/p>\n there were two mutes which is not to say, they didn’t speak they could read the other knowing which line would be consequent between them no-one saw but like a baton comfort <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Gareth Writer-Davies<\/strong>; Shortlisted for the Bridport Prize and the Erbacce Prize (2014) Commended in the Prole Laureate Competition, the Welsh Poetry Competition (2015) He is the Prole Laureate for 2017 and Highly Commended in the Welsh Poetry Competition. His pamphlet Bodies<\/em> <\/a>was published in 2015 \u00a0by Indigo Dreams and Cry Baby<\/a>,<\/em> in 2017.\u00a0His collection The Lover’s Pinch<\/em> is due in 2018.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Two Mutes there were two mutes and they were always together which is not to say, they didn’t speak (to each other) they could read the other like a book knowing which line would be consequent like thought upon paper between them all was smooth and slick no-one saw no-one heard them but […]<\/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-16961","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16961","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=16961"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16961\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":16963,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16961\/revisions\/16963"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=16961"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=16961"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=16961"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nand they were always together<\/p>\n
\n(to each other)<\/p>\n
\nlike a book<\/p>\n
\nlike thought upon paper<\/p>\n
\nall was smooth and slick<\/p>\n
\nno-one heard them<\/p>\n
\nthey handed (to and fro) the doggerel of life<\/p>\n
\nfrom absolutely knowing, what came next<\/p>\n