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Sentimental poem<\/strong><\/p>\n During a near-break She says she doesn\u2019t like it noodly I squint and grimace Sentimental poem During a near-break in the row we\u2019ve been having since Tuesday, about the car and the wine and the kids, I put on some John Coltrane and the subject of jazz arises. She says she doesn\u2019t like it noodly and I say what about Miles Davies? and she says Miles […]<\/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-19720","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19720","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=19720"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19720\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19962,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19720\/revisions\/19962"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19720"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19720"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19720"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nin the row we\u2019ve been having
\nsince Tuesday, about the car
\nand the wine and the kids,
\nI put on some John Coltrane
\nand the subject of jazz arises.<\/p>\n
\nand I say what about Miles Davies?
\nand she says Miles Davies is a borderline case
\nand I say Miles Davies is a borderline case?<\/p>\n
\nbut this is the point at which
\nthe row we\u2019ve been having
\nsince Tuesday dissolves
\nlike discordant sax
\nin the air of a kitchen
\nand I am reminded
\nof how I came to be there.
\n <\/p>\n
\nCharlie Hill<\/strong> is a critically acclaimed novelist and short story writer who writes the odd poem. His poetry has been published by\u00a0Under the Radar, Prole, Amaryllis\u00a0<\/em>and\u00a0Ink Sweat & Tears.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"