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Patio Writing<\/strong><\/p>\n Did I not see the old sign lurking So once it was airborne again <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Stefano Bortolussi<\/strong> is a poet, novelist and literary translator.\u00a0In his native Italy he has published three poetry collections (Ipotesi di caldo<\/em>, 2001; Califia, <\/em>2014; and I labili confini<\/em>, 2016) and four novels (Fuor d’acqua<\/em>, 2004; Fuoritempo<\/em>, 2007; Verso dove si va per questa strada<\/em>, 2013; and Billy & Coyote<\/em>, 2017).<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Patio Writing Did I not see the old sign lurking in the novelty store of my mind? EPIPHANIES XING, it warned, or it could have been a promise \u2014 yet I paid it no heed, and kept on falling asleep and waking up at the expected times, coming out under the brow […]<\/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-17207","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17207","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=17207"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17207\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17208,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17207\/revisions\/17208"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17207"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17207"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17207"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nin the novelty store of my mind?
\nEPIPHANIES XING, it warned,
\nor it could have been a promise
\n\u2014 yet I paid it no heed, and kept
\non falling asleep and waking up
\nat the expected times, coming out
\nunder the brow of these hills
\nwith expectations of my own
\n(having to do with inhaling and
\nexhaling in a light-chested sort of way):
\nI was not anticipating the giant June bug
\ncrash-landing on my page, smack
\nin the middle of yesterday\u2019s verses,
\nas if drawn there by some ambrosia
\nof my making.<\/span><\/p>\n
\nI checked, but for the life of me
\nI could not find anything momentous
\nalong those lines, except
\nthat only one day earlier
\nthey had been the life of me.<\/p>\n