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What is coming?<\/p>\n <\/strong> <\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n Jude Cowan Montague<\/strong> is a writer, artist and composer who lives in London. She works as an archivist for Reuters Television. Her first collection of poetry, For the Messengers<\/em> was published by Donut Press in 2011. Her second, The Groodoyals of Terre Rouge<\/em> will be published by Dark Windows Press in 2012. She makes musical improvisations on Reuters stories and these are available on the Parisian based netlabel Three Legs Duck.<\/em> Links:www.judecowan.net<\/a>\u00a0\u00a0http:\/\/www.judecowan.tumblr.com<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" What is coming? Regarding the sweet potatoes on the wall; consider the texture of their knobbly skin and knowing eyes against the pitted stone; when a rough boy bounces out, bat ears, brown eyes, curled teeth, doused in dirt. Shrill screaming sprays gulls against clouds, and a stallion gallops, frustrated, past plantation […]<\/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-4168","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4168","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=4168"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4168\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4169,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4168\/revisions\/4169"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4168"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4168"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4168"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nRegarding the sweet potatoes on the wall; consider the texture
\nof their knobbly skin and knowing eyes against the pitted stone;
\n<\/em>when a rough boy bounces out, bat ears, brown eyes,
\ncurled teeth, doused in dirt. Shrill screaming sprays gulls
\nagainst clouds, and a stallion gallops, frustrated,
\npast plantation machinery. Black nose sniffs for more sound.
\nOne scarlet bird skitters up and away. I run to swing in the banyan tree.<\/p>\n