{"id":19713,"date":"2019-08-25T08:00:12","date_gmt":"2019-08-25T08:00:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=19713"},"modified":"2019-08-20T19:06:10","modified_gmt":"2019-08-20T19:06:10","slug":"allan-johnston","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/allan-johnston\/","title":{"rendered":"Allan Johnston"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Aspens<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>These trees<br \/>\nshimmer in no breeze\u2014<\/p>\n<p>the moon\u2019s<br \/>\na wild rabbit<br \/>\nabove us\u2014<\/p>\n<p>no breeze<br \/>\nor one so slight<br \/>\nwe don\u2019t feel it\u2014<br \/>\nmad ghost breathing\u2014<\/p>\n<p>bark curled<br \/>\nscrolling tops<br \/>\nof columns,<br \/>\npedestals:<\/p>\n<p>these are the reasons<br \/>\nnights are in love<br \/>\nand we are in love<br \/>\nwith night<br \/>\nand each other\u2014<\/p>\n<p>each way the skin lies:<\/p>\n<p>what is a grove<br \/>\nbut ghosts of stones?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Allan Johnston<\/strong> is the author of one full-length poetry collection (<em>Tasks of Survival<\/em>, Mellen, 1996) and two chapbooks from Finishing Line Press <em>(Northport<\/em>,\u00a0 2010; <em>Departures<\/em>,\u00a0 2013), and has received an Illinois Arts Council Fellowship, a Pushcart Prize nomination (2009), and First Prize in Poetry in the Outrider Press Literary Anthology competition (2010).\u00a0 He teaches writing and literature at Columbia College and DePaul University in Chicago.\u00a0 He serves as a reader for Word River and for the Illinois Emerging Poets competition, and is an editor for the Journal for the Philosophical Study of Education.\u00a0 His academic articles have appeared in <em>Twentieth Century Literature<\/em>,<em> College Literature<\/em>, and several other journals.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Aspens These trees shimmer in no breeze\u2014 the moon\u2019s a wild rabbit above us\u2014 no breeze or one so slight we don\u2019t feel it\u2014 mad ghost breathing\u2014 bark curled scrolling tops of columns, pedestals: these are the reasons nights are in love and we are in love with night and each other\u2014 [&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-19713","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19713","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=19713"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19713\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19955,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19713\/revisions\/19955"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19713"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19713"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19713"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}