{"id":17126,"date":"2018-09-02T08:00:40","date_gmt":"2018-09-02T08:00:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=17126"},"modified":"2018-10-03T14:47:06","modified_gmt":"2018-10-03T14:47:06","slug":"aaron-kent","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/aaron-kent\/","title":{"rendered":"Aaron Kent"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><b>Invasion (The Slow Fall \/ Imbalance \/ Fall)<\/b><\/p>\n<p>she held the rock close<br \/>\nboth eyes bruises in<br \/>\nthan we had either ever<br \/>\nmethods to kill the waxing<\/p>\n<p>waited for seaweed<br \/>\navoidance \/ three nuclear<br \/>\nacross the tonal majors<br \/>\nweighed our shins with<\/p>\n<p>rain dances for fertility in<br \/>\nand heights confirmed our<br \/>\nher knees and floated like a<br \/>\nwith all the grace of a<\/p>\n<p>longer than we deserved<br \/>\nwarranted \/ the sun<br \/>\nwe ate the souls of<br \/>\nof our spectres<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div><strong>Aaron Kent<\/strong> is a poet\/writer from Cornwall. He has had\u00a0an experimental pamphlet published in 2018 with Dostoyevsky Wannabe <a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.co.uk\/dp\/1717475353\/ref=nosim?tag=inswte0f-21\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\" data-saferedirecturl=\"https:\/\/www.google.com\/url?q=https:\/\/www.amazon.co.uk\/dp\/1717475353\/sr%3D8-1\/qid%3D1525176158\/ref%3Dolp_product_details?_encoding%3DUTF8%26me%3D%26qid%3D1525176158%26sr%3D8-1&amp;source=gmail&amp;ust=1532855454510000&amp;usg=AFQjCNHvrhscAD8VwiVv9q284OJPqtWmTg\">(<em>The Rink<\/em>)<\/a>,\u00a0a pamphlet due out mid-2018 with Knives, Forks, and Spoons Press (Tertiary Colours), and a collection of travel poetry around his home-county of Cornwall with photography by WIlliam Arnold due out late-2018 with Guillemot Press (The Last Hundred).<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Invasion (The Slow Fall \/ Imbalance \/ Fall) she held the rock close both eyes bruises in than we had either ever methods to kill the waxing waited for seaweed avoidance \/ three nuclear across the tonal majors weighed our shins with rain dances for fertility in and heights confirmed our her [&hellip;]<\/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-17126","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17126","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=17126"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17126\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17366,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17126\/revisions\/17366"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17126"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17126"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17126"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}