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Lowland Still<\/strong><\/p>\n I work in a chamber where silence trickles I let it roll in the belly of the glass, I\u2019ve earned every drip of this. until it scorches the nerve-spots <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n William Stephenson<\/strong>‘s poems have appeared in Anon, Envoi, Orbis, The North<\/em> and The Rialto<\/em>. His pamphlet Rain Dancers in the Data Cloud<\/a><\/em>(Templar) won an Iota Shots award in 2012. He won the 2012 Ravenglass Poetry Prize. His short collection Source Code<\/em> (Ravenglass) is available on Amazon<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Lowland Still I work in a chamber where silence trickles out of the raw mash of daily noise \u2013 the fumes are so volatile one spark could napalm the place. I let it roll in the belly of the glass, push my nose over the rim, inhale peat, salt, heather \u2013 nuanced, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","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-4978","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4978","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=4978"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4978\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4981,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4978\/revisions\/4981"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4978"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4978"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4978"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nout of the raw mash of daily noise \u2013
\nthe fumes are so volatile
\none spark could napalm the place.<\/p>\n
\npush my nose over the rim, inhale
\npeat, salt, heather \u2013 nuanced,
\nexpensive, toxic as single malt.<\/p>\n
\nThis silence is seventy proof.
\nFinally I let a sip trickle past my lips
\nswirl it over my gums and palate<\/p>\n
\nat the back of the tongue,
\nwhispers hello<\/em> to my throat \u2013
\nI\u2019ve come to burn you out.<\/p>\n