{"id":20691,"date":"2019-12-18T08:00:48","date_gmt":"2019-12-18T08:00:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=20691"},"modified":"2020-12-14T15:59:41","modified_gmt":"2020-12-14T15:59:41","slug":"katherine-collins","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/katherine-collins\/","title":{"rendered":"Katherine Collins"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Beauty and Despair on the Rail Replacement Bus<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>The journey is a mural etched in hazy relief<br \/>\non the outside of the windows, viscous<br \/>\nand not at all malleable. It reflects your fatigue<br \/>\nin a pinched face set as a stubborn witness<br \/>\nto insular interests. Snow, painted with a palette<br \/>\nknife, clings to stunted black branches; it preserves,<br \/>\nin pale twisted shapes, a fragile history of the wind\u2019s habits<br \/>\nduring the night. Streetlights bloom like peonies, petals<br \/>\nbursting with sleet that will harden into rain that will freeze<br \/>\nin deathly black patches. Road signs coalesce from the syrupy<br \/>\ndarkness and their retroreflective surfaces untangle and release<br \/>\nthe colour spectrum from the beam of our headlights and display<br \/>\nthe light\u2019s intimate form: of fern breath frozen to a pane<br \/>\nof glass; chromatographic crystals split along visceral planes.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Katherine Collins<\/strong> is a poet, writer, and academic. She spends her time between Bristol and Oxford, where she holds a Leverhulme Fellowship at the University. Her writing has appeared in <em>Finished Creatures, Life Writing, <\/em>and<em> Oxford Writers\u2019 House.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Beauty and Despair on the Rail Replacement Bus The journey is a mural etched in hazy relief on the outside of the windows, viscous and not at all malleable. It reflects your fatigue in a pinched face set as a stubborn witness to insular interests. Snow, painted with a palette knife, clings to stunted black [&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-20691","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20691","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=20691"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20691\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":24195,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20691\/revisions\/24195"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=20691"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=20691"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=20691"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}