{"id":17641,"date":"2018-11-07T08:00:28","date_gmt":"2018-11-07T08:00:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=17641"},"modified":"2018-10-17T16:13:30","modified_gmt":"2018-10-17T16:13:30","slug":"antoni-ooto","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/antoni-ooto\/","title":{"rendered":"Antoni Ooto"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>A Garden<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>There was something I<br \/>\nwanted to say,<br \/>\nnow, I can\u2019t remember.<\/p>\n<p>Something about a garden and<br \/>\na young man\u2019s terrible illness.<\/p>\n<p>Yes, a garden\u2026<br \/>\nRichard\u2019s garden.<\/p>\n<p>Nights of planning,<br \/>\npages of notes,<br \/>\nseedlings with difficult names,<br \/>\na pergola leading in.<\/p>\n<p>Here, exotic aromas,<br \/>\nshowy abundance<br \/>\ninvited touch.<\/p>\n<p>Years of watching<br \/>\nthis setting so rich\u2013\u2013<br \/>\nit could have been painted.<\/p>\n<p>In this spring,<br \/>\nRichard was gone.<\/p>\n<p>In his garden,<br \/>\nall that beauty remains.<\/p>\n<p>No one would say<br \/>\nthis is too much.<\/p>\n<p>(for R.F.)<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Antoni Ooto<\/strong> is a poet and\u00a0flash fiction writer and has\u00a0been a frequent contributor to\u00a0<em>Palettes and Quills,\u00a0An Upstate of Mind, and \u00a0Review, Front\u00a0Porch Review <\/em>and<em> Young\u00a0Ravens Literary Review<\/em>. \u00a0He lives and works in upstate\u00a0New York with his wife\u00a0writer\/storyteller Judy\u00a0DeCroce.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; A Garden There was something I wanted to say, now, I can\u2019t remember. Something about a garden and a young man\u2019s terrible illness. Yes, a garden\u2026 Richard\u2019s garden. Nights of planning, pages of notes, seedlings with difficult names, a pergola leading in. Here, exotic aromas, showy abundance invited touch. Years of watching this [&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-17641","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17641","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=17641"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17641\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17642,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17641\/revisions\/17642"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17641"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17641"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17641"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}