{"id":5065,"date":"2013-08-24T09:00:56","date_gmt":"2013-08-24T09:00:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=5065"},"modified":"2013-08-04T16:24:38","modified_gmt":"2013-08-04T16:24:38","slug":"brett-evans","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/brett-evans\/","title":{"rendered":"Brett Evans"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Not Raglan Road<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The spit, piss and vomit of Bridge Street;<\/p>\n<p>Market Street\u2019s chewing-gum tattoos and flaking<\/p>\n<p>dog-end scabs, have all too often kissed the soles<\/p>\n<p>of her suede boots. The leafs and litter sent flailing<\/p>\n<p>over the kerb by motorists are bruised beneath<\/p>\n<p>their tread. On a day like this, a handful<\/p>\n<p>of raindrops may just find their resting place<\/p>\n<p>in her hair. And as she passes the Pen-y-Bont,<\/p>\n<p>the water of the Gele is pulled over troublesome stones<\/p>\n<p>toward her. Past The Gwindy now,<\/p>\n<p>and from the shops the fragrances of coffee<\/p>\n<p>and pastries whisper perfume-like<\/p>\n<p>about her naked wrists and throat. I watch<\/p>\n<p>as I sit in this third pub from the sun<\/p>\n<p>and she arrives at the crossing.<\/p>\n<p>There is only her moving through this world;<\/p>\n<p>the cars have stopped, the traffic lights<\/p>\n<p>embarrassed for me.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Brett Evans<\/strong> drinks in his native North Wales, his poetry has been featured in several UK publications and he is co-editor of Prole and co-founder of Prolebooks <a href=\"http:\/\/www.prolebooks.co.uk\/\" target=\"_blank\">http:\/\/www.prolebooks.co.uk\/<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Not Raglan Road &nbsp; The spit, piss and vomit of Bridge Street; Market Street\u2019s chewing-gum tattoos and flaking dog-end scabs, have all too often kissed the soles of her suede boots. The leafs and litter sent flailing over the kerb by motorists are bruised beneath their tread. On a day like this, [&hellip;]<\/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-5065","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5065","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=5065"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5065\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5067,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5065\/revisions\/5067"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5065"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5065"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5065"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}