{"id":6204,"date":"2014-01-11T09:00:56","date_gmt":"2014-01-11T09:00:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=6204"},"modified":"2014-01-03T13:32:59","modified_gmt":"2014-01-03T13:32:59","slug":"jim-murdoch-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/jim-murdoch-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Jim Murdoch"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Touching Poem<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>You are being manipulated.<\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s all right because I know exactly<\/p>\n<p>what I\u2018m doing. I\u2019ve done this before.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Manipulation\u2019s not a bad thing.<\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s just handling which is simply<\/p>\n<p>another word for touching. Sort of.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Touching can sometimes lead to holding.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m holding you now. Can\u2019t you feel me?<\/p>\n<p>I have your attention. Just stay still.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>We wouldn\u2019t want me to slip, would we?<\/p>\n<p>Human psyches are such fragile things.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Apart from poetry <strong>Jim Murdoch<\/strong>\u2019s also written essays, novels, plays, songs and short stories. His latest book is a collection of short fiction entitled<a href=\"http:\/\/www.jimmurdoch.co.uk\/books.html#sense\" target=\"_blank\"> <em>Making Sense<\/em><\/a>.\u00a0 You can find out more about him on his blog <em><a href=\"http:\/\/jim-murdoch.blogspot.co.uk\/\" target=\"_blank\">The Truth About Lies<br \/>\n<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Touching Poem &nbsp; You are being manipulated. It\u2019s all right because I know exactly what I\u2018m doing. I\u2019ve done this before. &nbsp; Manipulation\u2019s not a bad thing. It\u2019s just handling which is simply another word for touching. Sort of. &nbsp; Touching can sometimes lead to holding. I\u2019m holding you now. Can\u2019t you [&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-6204","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6204","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=6204"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6204\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6206,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6204\/revisions\/6206"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6204"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6204"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6204"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}