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A Few Words about Nothing in Particular<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Yesterday \u2013 first of July \u2013 Diana Spencer<\/p>\n Would have turned 52, for some<\/p>\n This is hard to remember now,<\/p>\n But she died in a car crash nearly<\/p>\n Sixteen years ago, and her sons,<\/p>\n Brother, philandering ex-husband \u2013 all<\/p>\n Left to grieve in their own ways, or not.<\/p>\n A cad has many faces, she knew \u2013 & that<\/p>\n Touching an AIDS patient, with genuine concern,<\/p>\n Offering empathy, might ease<\/p>\n The horror, the engulfing pain \u2013 & so taught others:<\/p>\n Why worry about catching something \u2013<\/p>\n What\u2019s a life for if not to help, bring a light<\/p>\n To the nastiness of land mines<\/p>\n Buried to kill \u2013 she thought this was better<\/p>\n Than lamenting about the hapless prince<\/p>\n Who once courted her, blah, blah, blah.<\/em><\/p>\n Money, castles, a limo for Your Highness everywhere \u2013<\/p>\n These she enjoyed but set no stock by.<\/p>\n A light comes up, reveals a path unexpected,<\/p>\n But then goes dark without premonition.<\/p>\n Yet one remembers. She did not<\/p>\n Let regality douse her best torch.<\/p>\n July first \u2013 we can still see the flame, the light.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n 2013<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n James Naiden\u2019s<\/strong> third novel, The Chafings of Mortals, <\/em>was published in 2011. He lives in Minneapolis, Minnesota and is a regular reviewer for IS&T.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" A Few Words about Nothing in Particular Yesterday \u2013 first of July \u2013 Diana Spencer Would have turned 52, for some This is hard to remember now, But she died in a car crash nearly Sixteen years ago, and her sons, Brother, philandering ex-husband \u2013 all Left to grieve in their […]<\/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-4788","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4788","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=4788"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4788\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4790,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4788\/revisions\/4790"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4788"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4788"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4788"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}