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Last Post: Holkham Beach<\/strong><\/p>\n Sometimes, when storms muster the tides, I hear them say I look like Mary, the one The sea steadily worries at my feet <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n John C Nash<\/strong> finally settled down as a self-employed bookbinder and writer in Northampton, UK. His work has been published in various online and print magazines including Antiphon, Triggerfish and The Delinquent.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Samantha Webster<\/strong> has a degree in Fine Art Sculpture and Art History. Her photographic work has appeared in film, television and as album sleeve art. She works predominantly in black and white and is strongly influenced by the work of early 20th Century cinematographers. Her work can be found at http:\/\/www.etsy.com\/shop\/samwebsterphoto<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Last Post: Holkham Beach Sometimes, when storms muster the tides, I can recall that there were more of us; we were unified. But, with each pull and push, time displaced me; pickling brine and sharp winds took my softness […]<\/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-3912","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\/3912","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=3912"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3912\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3914,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3912\/revisions\/3914"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3912"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3912"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3912"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nI can recall that there were more of us;
\nwe were unified. But, with each pull and push,
\ntime displaced me; pickling brine
\nand sharp winds took my softness
\nand left me a gribbled skin.<\/p>\n
\nfrom over Walsingham way. They\u2019re wrong,
\nbut still they come and garland me with shells
\nand seek meaning in the way that even
\nthe shingle avoids my gaze.<\/p>\n
\nwearing me piece by piece.
\nAnd the day can\u2019t come soon enough.
\nThe day can\u2019t come soon enough.<\/p>\n