{"id":5582,"date":"2013-10-29T09:00:11","date_gmt":"2013-10-29T09:00:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=5582"},"modified":"2013-10-26T15:32:10","modified_gmt":"2013-10-26T15:32:10","slug":"rita-johnston","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/rita-johnston\/","title":{"rendered":"Rita Johnston"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>The Boy<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I think<br \/>\nmaybe<br \/>\nI do want romance \u2013<br \/>\nseeing it in the boy\u2019s hair<br \/>\nespresso dark, dirty,<br \/>\npulled back from his brow,<br \/>\nthe luck of his youth in the sweeping stroke<br \/>\nhe takes of the soft flop that falls over the front of his face<br \/>\nsometimes.<br \/>\nHe doesn\u2019t know<br \/>\nthe taste in my mouth,<br \/>\nthat I\u2019m sucking raspberry laced white chocolate from the deli,<br \/>\nthat I\u2019m thinking about crystal lamps and glass door knobs<br \/>\nfor the flat.<br \/>\nCream linen for the bed.<br \/>\nThe boy doesn\u2019t know<br \/>\nso many things.<br \/>\nThe power<br \/>\nof his fisherman\u2019s jumper,<br \/>\nthe hole in the sole of his boot,<br \/>\nthe way he once said<br \/>\narnica<br \/>\nwas just the thing<br \/>\nfor my bruises.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Rita Johnston<\/strong> is an Edinburgh based writer of fiction and poetry. Her work has recently appeared in the online magazines <em>FeatherLit<\/em> and <a href=\"http:\/\/www.metazen.ca\/?p=12788\" target=\"_blank\"><em>Metazen<\/em><\/a>, and is forthcoming in <em>Octavius 2.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; The Boy I think maybe I do want romance \u2013 seeing it in the boy\u2019s hair espresso dark, dirty, pulled back from his brow, the luck of his youth in the sweeping stroke he takes of the soft flop that falls over the front of his face sometimes. He doesn\u2019t know the taste [&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-5582","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5582","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=5582"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5582\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5586,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5582\/revisions\/5586"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5582"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5582"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5582"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}