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Glastonbury Weekend<\/strong><\/p>\n Back home in the flat, first meal like some illusionist\u2019s skit on TV. like you\u2019re taught somewhere of their mouths, crouched in ditches the sausages are past caring. <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Stephen Giles<\/strong> is an exiled Yorkshireman, now living in the east Midlands. He has been published previously in various places, including: Ink, Sweat & Tears, Angle, Prole <\/em>and Snakeskin.<\/em> He has won prizes and\/or been short\/longlisted for a number of awards, including: the Troubadour Prize, Wirral Festival, Ware Festival, Virginia Warbey and the Plough Prize.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Glastonbury Weekend Back home in the flat, first meal alone in six days, and the sausages catch. Real flames. First the grill pan, then fast up the walls, like some illusionist\u2019s skit on TV. In half a minute the kitchen\u2019s become a four-walled box of creeping heat. Hit the floor, like you\u2019re […]<\/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-19662","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19662","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=19662"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19662\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19663,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19662\/revisions\/19663"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19662"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19662"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19662"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nalone in six days, and the sausages
\ncatch. Real flames. First the grill
\npan, then fast up the walls,<\/p>\n
\nIn half a minute the kitchen\u2019s
\nbecome a four-walled box
\nof creeping heat. Hit the floor,<\/p>\n
\nalong the way. Remember how
\nthe dealers perfected that style
\nof broadcasting out of the sides<\/p>\n
\nbetween wet marquees. Think back
\non the nightly visit to the hash man
\nin the Jazz Field. Guess<\/p>\n
\nSmoke doing harsh things however
\nclose the floor becomes. Lie down.
\nThink of music. Count sheep. Sleep.<\/p>\n