{"id":3184,"date":"2012-09-21T12:00:05","date_gmt":"2012-09-21T12:00:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=3184"},"modified":"2012-09-16T11:07:12","modified_gmt":"2012-09-16T11:07:12","slug":"word-image-from-winston-plowes-and-martin-waters","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/word-image-from-winston-plowes-and-martin-waters\/","title":{"rendered":"Word & Image from Winston Plowes and Martin Waters"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Flesh Tones<\/h2>\n

A pilgrimage of phantom limbs<\/p>\n

in a jumble sale of sex.<\/p>\n

A lost jigsaw of pieces<\/p>\n

riddled by the waves.<\/p>\n

Your hip hook is cast through<\/p>\n

the shadow of my shoulder.<\/p>\n

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Flotsam limbs, I\u2019ll get to know<\/p>\n

through parts of me I never see<\/p>\n

with too many holes for comfort.<\/p>\n

Where missing fingers<\/p>\n

grope for reasons<\/p>\n

nesting kneecaps jostle to rest.<\/p>\n

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I hear the sea<\/p>\n

through a random ear<\/p>\n

cold pressed onto an open thigh.<\/p>\n

Shoulder sockets pivot into<\/p>\n

thin blow-moulded cheeks<\/p>\n

as you turn your back away.<\/p>\n

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A life of slimming<\/p>\n

waisted now you\u2019re<\/p>\n

just an arm or head.<\/p>\n

But not before one final wink<\/p>\n

from a gimballed eye<\/p>\n

mascaraed thick with salt.<\/p>\n

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Winston Plowes<\/strong> lives on a canal boat in Yorkshire with two reluctantly sea faring cats. His work varies from strict rhyme through traditional ghazals to experimental arrangements for voice, accordion and tuned bucket. More can be found on his site http:\/\/www.winstonplowes.co.uk<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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Martin Waters<\/strong> is an assemblage artist and photographer.\u00a0 Find out more here http:\/\/martin-waters.co.uk\/<\/a>.\u00a0 Note: All of the doll parts in Flesh Tones<\/em> come from the sea.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

                Flesh Tones A pilgrimage of phantom limbs in a jumble sale of sex. A lost jigsaw of pieces riddled by the waves. Your hip hook is cast through the shadow of my shoulder.   Flotsam limbs, I\u2019ll get to know through parts of me I never see […]<\/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":[7,9],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3184","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry","category-word-image"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3184","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=3184"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3184\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3187,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3184\/revisions\/3187"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3184"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3184"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3184"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}