{"id":3176,"date":"2012-09-19T12:00:03","date_gmt":"2012-09-19T12:00:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=3176"},"modified":"2012-09-16T10:42:45","modified_gmt":"2012-09-16T10:42:45","slug":"matt-haigh","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/matt-haigh\/","title":{"rendered":"Matt Haigh"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Cadence<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Go limp. Let the liquid engine\u2019s<br \/>\nthrum rumble through you from within.<br \/>\nFeel it woo your bones to butter.<br \/>\nIn the voice of the speaker<br \/>\nyou\u2019re the lull of Sunday<br \/>\nafternoon to dusk. Swoon at the sweep,<br \/>\nthe rush, that scours you smooth, as several pin-<br \/>\nprick Indians prickle a rain dance<br \/>\ndown your spine. Perched precociously on<br \/>\nthe slip between unconscious<br \/>\nand conscious, cleave away from yourself:<br \/>\nthe creamiest separation<br \/>\nof cloud-fleshed fish from its vertebrae.<br \/>\nYour back\u2019s broad, hair-speckled expanse<br \/>\nis the blown from tropical beach fluff<br \/>\nand his hot, soft feet slushing across it.<br \/>\nWho\u2019d have thought a mathematics teacher<br \/>\ncould be an epidermis puppeteer?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Matt Haigh<\/strong> is 27 and lives in Cardiff. His poems have appeared in Poetry London, Magma, The Guardian and Fuselit. He keeps a blog at <a href=\"http:\/\/matthewhaighpoetry.com\/\" target=\"_blank\">www.matthewhaighpoetry.com<\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; Cadence Go limp. Let the liquid engine\u2019s thrum rumble through you from within. Feel it woo your bones to butter. In the voice of the speaker you\u2019re the lull of Sunday afternoon to dusk. Swoon at the sweep, the rush, that scours you smooth, as several pin- prick Indians prickle a rain dance down [&hellip;]<\/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-3176","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3176","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=3176"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3176\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3179,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3176\/revisions\/3179"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3176"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3176"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3176"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}