{"id":19429,"date":"2019-07-09T08:00:41","date_gmt":"2019-07-09T08:00:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=19429"},"modified":"2019-07-09T08:19:46","modified_gmt":"2019-07-09T08:19:46","slug":"rosie-driffill","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/rosie-driffill\/","title":{"rendered":"Rosie Driffill"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Snow Globe<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Twilight and a snow globe<br \/>\nfind her watching. Slow-tip flurry<br \/>\nof chalk flocks a partial scene,<br \/>\nthe postcard side; no 80s red,<\/p>\n<p>No hurricane lamps for sale, no<br \/>\nstainless steel, going cheap, then kept<br \/>\nfor best. No lonely morning walks<br \/>\nin this little orb.<\/p>\n<p>She puts the globe in her mouth.<br \/>\nShe imagines, the flakes dance<br \/>\nas they would, of course, when seen<br \/>\nin twilight hues. But beyond her little mouth<\/p>\n<p>The twilight dies. It does not find<br \/>\nthe humps of half-rot carrion, brown-penny stamps<br \/>\nof ulcer, or the anthills<br \/>\nin her ovary.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Rosie Driffill<\/strong> is a writer from Yorkshire. She is as passionate about performance as she is about the written word, and goes gaga for open mic nights. Her debut pamphlet <i><a href=\"http:\/\/blog.yorksj.ac.uk\/creativewriting\/files\/2017\/02\/Rosie-Driffill-Seeds.pdf\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\" data-saferedirecturl=\"https:\/\/www.google.com\/url?q=http:\/\/blog.yorksj.ac.uk\/creativewriting\/files\/2017\/02\/Rosie-Driffill-Seeds.pdf&amp;source=gmail&amp;ust=1561194038499000&amp;usg=AFQjCNHxRnZopYrlOBYI0S3PQXmC41ElDQ\">Seeds<\/a>, <\/i>which explores nature\u2019s demise, was published in 2016. Twitter: @RosieDriffill<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Snow Globe Twilight and a snow globe find her watching. Slow-tip flurry of chalk flocks a partial scene, the postcard side; no 80s red, No hurricane lamps for sale, no stainless steel, going cheap, then kept for best. No lonely morning walks in this little orb. She puts the globe in 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-19429","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19429","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=19429"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19429\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19584,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19429\/revisions\/19584"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19429"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19429"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19429"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}