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Before Nano-Memoirs<\/strong><\/p>\n He scrawled his drunken stupor \u201cNext time there\u2019ll be hell <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Tammy Daniel<\/strong> lives in Blue Springs, Missouri, with her husband, two children, and an old English sheepdog. \u00a0She was a finalist in the Davis Grove Haiku and Nature<\/strong> Poetry Contest sponsored by The Writers Place and the Kansas City Port Authority. \u00a0Her work has been published \u00a0on the Johnson County, Kansas Library website, Touch: The Journal of Healing<\/em> and will soon appear in I-70 Review<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Before Nano-Memoirs He scrawled his drunken stupor across the back flap of a safety envelope, mailing it to the wrong address. \u201cNext time there\u2019ll be hell to pay,\u201d he warned in thick, black ink crawling like spider veins over the edge, up my arm, down my spine. Now, standing before his nano-memorial, threat […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","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-3145","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3145","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=3145"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3145\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3146,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3145\/revisions\/3146"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3145"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3145"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3145"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nacross the back flap of a safety envelope,
\nmailing it to the wrong address.<\/p>\n
\nto pay,\u201d he warned in thick, black ink
\ncrawling like spider veins over the edge,
\nup my arm, down my spine.
\nNow, standing before his nano-memorial,
\nthreat chiseled far beneath Loving Dad
\nand Grandfather,<\/em> I contemplate
\nthe steady hand of the stonecutter
\nand ponder the price
\nof granite.<\/p>\n