{"id":3981,"date":"2013-02-06T09:00:44","date_gmt":"2013-02-06T09:00:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=3981"},"modified":"2013-01-08T11:36:46","modified_gmt":"2013-01-08T11:36:46","slug":"stephen-cuthbertson","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/stephen-cuthbertson\/","title":{"rendered":"Stephen Cuthbertson"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Revelations<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The air smells of burnt<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 60px;\">wheat and thunder,<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">an atmosphere compelled<\/p>\n<p>to tell<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">the future.<\/p>\n<p>Rain showers<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 60px;\">the paving slabs,<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">creating<\/p>\n<p>mirrors that steal the shadows<\/p>\n<p>from under<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">our feet.<\/p>\n<p>I am dressed heavenly<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 150px;\">in white,<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 60px;\">marching<\/p>\n<p>alongside a plastic-coated pram<\/p>\n<p>pressed<\/p>\n<p>into service<\/p>\n<p>for choir practice.<\/p>\n<p>The spire of a church,<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px;\">growing out from the fissure<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px;\">between the commercial structures<\/p>\n<p>seems slanted,<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px;\">waiting for permission<\/p>\n<p>to spill its bricks and mortar onto the streets.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Stephen Cuthbertson<\/strong>: Originally from Motherwell, Scotland, and having made a few stops across Britain in between,\u00a0 he completed a MA in, Creative Writing from Newcastle University in 2010. He now lives in Vienna. \u00a0As well as looking for new homes for his work, has made walking in confused directions across the city a new past time.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Revelations &nbsp; The air smells of burnt wheat and thunder, an atmosphere compelled to tell the future. Rain showers the paving slabs, creating mirrors that steal the shadows from under our feet. I am dressed heavenly in white, marching alongside a plastic-coated pram pressed into service for choir practice. The spire of [&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-3981","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3981","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=3981"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3981\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3985,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3981\/revisions\/3985"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3981"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3981"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3981"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}