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Stranger tractor<\/strong><\/p>\n The chaos of story creation settles into Somewhere, a dripping tap.<\/p>\n Blind mice are trapped in a shrinking rectangle of Somewhere, a clicking clock.<\/p>\n The slowest wings are the saddest, each beat a final <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Stranger tractor The chaos of story creation settles into seven plots. A key turns, releasing birds from a 5-barred gate, a 1-bar atonal stave, to peck like words in churned furrows. Somewhere, a dripping tap. Blind mice are trapped in a shrinking rectangle of uncut wheat. Metal detectors stroke fallow fields for […]<\/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-19437","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19437","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=19437"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19437\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19439,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19437\/revisions\/19439"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19437"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19437"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19437"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nseven plots. A key turns, releasing birds
\nfrom a 5-barred gate, a 1-bar atonal stave,
\nto peck like words in churned furrows.<\/p>\n
\nuncut wheat. Metal detectors stroke fallow fields
\nfor resolution. Round and round again, you shake
\nyour fist at relic-hunters stealing your memories.<\/p>\n
\nheave towards the shore. Buckets of water are poured
\nover a stranded whale until it dies and is towed
\nto the fields, treadmarks swallowed by endless tides.<\/p>\n
\nTim Love<\/strong>\u2019s publications are a poetry pamphlet Moving Parts<\/em> (HappenStance) and a story collection By all means<\/em> (Nine Arches Press). He lives in Cambridge, UK. His poetry and prose have appeared in Stand, Rialto, Magma, Unthology<\/em>, etc. He blogs at http:\/\/litrefs.blogspot.com\/<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"