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Blade<\/strong><\/p>\n A vacuum between school and college. The birds saw a dyspraxic wielding a First, in imagined segments, I hewed the After tidying, I mowed the grass to <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Paul Attwell<\/strong> lives in Richmond, London, with his partner Alis and cats, Pudsey and Tequila. He holds a BA in Humanities with Creative Writing, from the Open University. Paul\u2019s experiences of depression and ADHD help shape his work.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Blade A vacuum between school and college. Mournful of a lack of cash, I negotiated A chore. To stagger a scythe amongst Forestial grass, The iron ripping Vegetation. I was a pioneer. The birds saw a dyspraxic wielding a Rusty weapon liberated from the Musty shed. I confronted the mission In succinct […]<\/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-17602","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17602","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=17602"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17602\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17701,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17602\/revisions\/17701"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17602"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17602"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17602"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nMournful of a lack of cash, I negotiated
\nA chore. To stagger a scythe amongst
\nForestial grass, The iron ripping
\nVegetation. I was a pioneer.<\/p>\n
\nRusty weapon liberated from the
\nMusty shed. I confronted the mission
\nIn succinct bursts, the limits of my
\nAttention span. Powered by tea.<\/p>\n
\nStalks and grass midway. I raked the unwanted
\nTo a \u2018barrow then delivered to the
\nCompost mountain. Bent low, I hacked to an
\nInch or two above the arid earth.<\/p>\n
\nA common height. Now I could see proud soldiers
\nReady for battle against the singeing
\nAfternoon. Later, I received pound notes.<\/p>\n