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Trap<\/strong> and no longer know a soul. consigned to oblivion, yelling <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n John Short<\/strong> is a writer and musician from Liverpool. He studied comparative religion at Leeds university and creative writing at Liverpool university then spent some years in Europe. Most recently published in Prole, Dream Catcher <\/em>and Black Market Review<\/em>.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Trap \u00a0 Pardon me ringing you but all my friends are dead. It\u2019s strange to be sitting here in the place where I was born and no longer know a soul. They were sand through glass you see. Now I\u2019m like an invalid who struggles unheard, consigned to oblivion, yelling in […]<\/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-17015","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17015","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=17015"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17015\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17016,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17015\/revisions\/17016"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17015"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17015"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17015"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n\u00a0<\/em>
\nPardon me ringing you
\nbut all my friends are dead.
\nIt\u2019s strange to be sitting here
\nin the place where I was born<\/p>\n
\nThey were sand through glass
\nyou see. Now I\u2019m like an invalid
\nwho struggles unheard,<\/p>\n
\nin silence, exiled on the spot
\nand every new day I cease
\nto exist again.<\/p>\n