{"id":19781,"date":"2019-09-15T08:00:20","date_gmt":"2019-09-15T08:00:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=19781"},"modified":"2019-09-15T08:02:27","modified_gmt":"2019-09-15T08:02:27","slug":"samuel-wilson-fletcher-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/samuel-wilson-fletcher-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Samuel Wilson-Fletcher"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Night Out<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>man stands drunk on the bridge<br \/>\nleaning over the water<br \/>\nlike a streetlamp<\/p>\n<p>the light drops<br \/>\nis scattered like gold coins<br \/>\non the black water<\/p>\n<p>a DNA double helix of gold<br \/>\nturned by the water\u2019s teeth<\/p>\n<p>isn\u2019t it frightening<br \/>\nhow soon beneath the skin lie the muscles<\/p>\n<p>a bag of red boas<\/p>\n<p>a man grabs a woman<br \/>\nshe\u2019s laughing<br \/>\nhe\u2019s laughing<br \/>\nhe wrenches her close<\/p>\n<p>a man stands drunk<br \/>\non the bridge<br \/>\nhis golden head glowing<\/p>\n<p>his hands go out<br \/>\nhis head drops<br \/>\nhe bows<br \/>\nand the light races out over the water<br \/>\nlike a fuse<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div><strong>Samuel Wilson-Fletcher<\/strong>\u00a0writes poetry and fiction.\u00a0He studied chemistry and physics at Oxford before starting his PhD at Harvard. He now\u00a0works\u00a0at the German Research Centre for Geosciences, close to Berlin.\u00a0Sam has also worked as a teacher, a waiter, and an electrician.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<p><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Night Out man stands drunk on the bridge leaning over the water like a streetlamp the light drops is scattered like gold coins on the black water a DNA double helix of gold turned by the water\u2019s teeth isn\u2019t it frightening how soon beneath the skin lie the muscles a bag of [&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-19781","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19781","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=19781"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19781\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":20035,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19781\/revisions\/20035"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19781"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19781"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19781"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}