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Fukushima<\/strong> man delivered a sun no fire this time in shattering waves and the swallowed star, Paul Sands<\/strong> was born in 1962 in Erdington but raised close to the River Trent in Nottingham. He began writing in 2010 and recently self-published his first collection of poetry.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n When a sex symbol takes to sensible shoes<\/strong><\/p>\n Suddenly across the store, through a middle aged <\/p>\n Fiona Sinclair<\/strong> reviews for numerous poetry magazines including IS&T<\/em> and Happenstance<\/em>. She is\u00a0 the editor of the online poetry magazine Message in a Bottle<\/a>.<\/em> Hew second pamphlet A Game of Hide and Seek<\/em> <\/a>is out now<\/a> from Indigo Dreams.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Fukushima staggered by a blow six hundred million times more fierce than the first time man delivered a sun to bloom and scorch upon her loam untold shadows no fire this time in shattering waves though now, as then, so many souls vanished from this tangent and the swallowed star, made on earth, […]<\/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-3309","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3309","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=3309"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3309\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3311,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3309\/revisions\/3311"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3309"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3309"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3309"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nstaggered by a blow
\nsix hundred million times more
\nfierce than the first time<\/p>\n
\nto bloom and scorch upon her loam
\nuntold shadows<\/p>\n
\nthough now, as then, so many souls
\nvanished from this tangent<\/p>\n
\nmade on earth, extracts the same
\ndeadly half-life toll<\/p>\n
\nbottle glass blur, I spot blonde hair familiar as a logo,
\nbut hesitate unable to make out that fantasy body
\ndrawn by an adolescent boy on his exercise book.
\nClose up, these photographs from the \u2018Misfits\u2019
\nare like meeting an old friend after a debilitating illness.
\nTrademark eyeliner has become heavy shutters closing
\non the empty windows of a house whose occupant has left.
\nHer body still forms a perfect 8 but is not gift wrapped
\nin gold lame instead she is a hillbilly\u2019s wife in white cotton
\nSunday dress posing in a Steinbeck farm yard.
\nLooking down the barrel of the camera,
\nlips no longer part in the throes of an orgasmic O,
\nbut are forced into a localised smile.
\nThe confection of a single 1950s picture
\ndraws my eyes like wasps to a baker\u2019s window,
\nleaving me craving other heyday poses, addictive as sugar.
\nPaying my last respects to the snapshots from her final film,
\nI notice, more shocking than being shared around
\nlike a joint by the Kennedy boys\u2019 club, her comfortable shoes.<\/p>\n