{"id":524,"date":"2010-01-24T16:18:00","date_gmt":"2010-01-24T16:18:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=524"},"modified":"2010-01-24T16:18:00","modified_gmt":"2010-01-24T16:18:00","slug":"karen-kelsay-is-having-thoughts-in-a-boat","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/karen-kelsay-is-having-thoughts-in-a-boat\/","title":{"rendered":"Karen Kelsay is having thoughts in a boat"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><font size=\"2\"><span style=\"font-weight: bold; font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\">Childhood Thoughts from a Boat<\/span><br style=\"font-weight: bold; font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\"><span style=\"font-weight: bold; font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\">&nbsp;<\/span><br style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\"><span style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\">Damp with Pacific breath, my pillow<\/span><br style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\"><span style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\">is lit by a fringe of moon. A sequence <\/span><br style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\"><span style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\">of waves from a departing boat sloshes<\/span><br style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\"><span style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\">against the hull and jars the closet door open. <\/span><br style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\"><span style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\">Bells chime along the bougainvillea-tangled<\/span><br style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\"><span style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\">hill that juts above the harbor. Scents of mildew <\/span><br style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\"><span style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\">and vinyl hover near musty life jackets <\/span><br style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\"><span style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\">stored below my bunk. Plastic mugs, with anchor <\/span><br style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\"><span style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\">designs, creak together on the rack; the dinghy <\/span><br style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\"><span style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\">bumps against the stern. In the bow, I zip <\/span><br style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\"><span style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\">my sleeping bag and listen for phantoms <\/span><br style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\"><span style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\">and sea sprites; those unseen entities <\/span><br style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\"><span style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\">that capture children by lifting an unlocked hatch, <\/span><br style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\"><span style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\">and pull them off to feed.<\/span><br style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\"><br style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\"><br style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\"><\/font><font style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\" size=\"2\"><span style=\"font-weight: bold;\">* Karen Kelsay<\/span> is a <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">Pushcart Prize<\/span> nominee and the author of three chapbooks <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">A Fist of Roots,<\/span><span style=\"font-style: italic;\"> Somewhere Near Evesham<\/span> and <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">Song of the Bluebell Fairy<\/span>, published by Pudding House Publications and The New Formalist Press. Her most recent work has appeared in <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">Boston Literary Magazine, Linnet&#39;s Wings, Flutter<\/span> and <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">Tipton Poetry Review<\/span>. You can read more of her poetry at <a href=\"http:\/\/karenkelsay.com\">http:\/\/karenkelsay.com<\/a><\/font><font size=\"2\"><br style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\"><span style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\">&nbsp;<\/span><\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Childhood Thoughts from a Boat&nbsp;Damp with Pacific breath, my pillowis lit by a fringe of moon. A sequence of waves from a departing boat sloshesagainst the hull and jars the closet door open. Bells chime along the bougainvillea-tangledhill that juts above the harbor. Scents of mildew and vinyl hover near musty life jackets stored below [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"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-524","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/524","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\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=524"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/524\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=524"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=524"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=524"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}