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A River Runs Through It<\/strong><\/p>\n At the backpackers, alongside <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Michael Oliver-Semenov<\/strong> is a Cardiff born poet and writer. After serving as the first poet in residence for Blown<\/em>, the British magazine for cultural intelligence, Michael emigrated to Krasnoyarsk, Siberia. Michael is a freelance English teacher, editor and contributor to the Siberian Times<\/em> newspaper.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" A River Runs Through It At the backpackers, alongside The river, they are playing American football on the Large screen inside, the sound Of the game on the speakers Outside. It is night. The main train line is 200 yards Down river on the right. The bridge has lights underneath, That change […]<\/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-4912","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4912","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=4912"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4912\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4914,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4912\/revisions\/4914"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4912"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4912"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4912"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nThe river, they are playing
\nAmerican football on the
\nLarge screen inside, the sound
\nOf the game on the speakers
\nOutside. It is night.
\nThe main train line is 200 yards
\nDown river on the right.
\nThe bridge has lights underneath,
\nThat change intermittently,
\nPurple turns to blue,
\nBlue to red. I drank some tea here
\nThis morning, while police divers
\nWere trawling. Somebody
\nMust be dead. Everyone
\nWho disappears in this city
\nEnds in this river. It\u2019s now
\nA standing joke. In fact
\nA month ago, some 19
\nYear old reveller vanished.
\nA friend of mine said
\nHe\u2019d be found in the river soon,
\nWhich was true. They did fish
\nHim out about a week later.
\nHis family taped his picture
\nWith some flowers, onto
\nThe barrier, which is where
\nThey hold the riverside market.
\nI had breakfast there the Sunday after.<\/p>\n