{"id":3950,"date":"2013-01-29T09:00:34","date_gmt":"2013-01-29T09:00:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=3950"},"modified":"2013-01-29T10:12:37","modified_gmt":"2013-01-29T10:12:37","slug":"michael-estabrook","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/michael-estabrook\/","title":{"rendered":"Michael Estabrook"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>demons and saints<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Next I see the town drunk shuffling along the side of the road<\/p>\n<p>in his slippers and old coat and it\u2019s 80 degrees out. And<\/p>\n<p>there\u2019s the damn predictable cigarette dangling from his<\/p>\n<p>unshaven face and he\u2019s got on these ridiculous looking yellow<\/p>\n<p>headphones. Obviously, he\u2019s off in his own little world<\/p>\n<p>with its own special demons and saints, clouds and rivers, shadows<\/p>\n<p>and gusts of wind and I think how this could be me.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Michael Estabrook<\/strong> is Marketing Communications Manager by day and a struggling poet by night who began getting his poetry published in the late 1980s. Over the years he has published 15 poetry chapbooks, his most recent entitled <em><a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.co.uk\/dp\/B008IJMFI0\/ref=nosim?tag=inswte0f-21\" target=\"_blank\">When the Muse Speaks<\/a><\/em>. His interests include history, art, music, theatre, opera, and his wife who just happens to be the most beautiful woman he has ever known.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; demons and saints &nbsp; Next I see the town drunk shuffling along the side of the road in his slippers and old coat and it\u2019s 80 degrees out. And there\u2019s the damn predictable cigarette dangling from his unshaven face and he\u2019s got on these ridiculous looking yellow headphones. Obviously, he\u2019s off in his [&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-3950","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3950","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=3950"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3950\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3952,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3950\/revisions\/3952"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3950"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3950"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3950"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}