{"id":6352,"date":"2014-02-17T09:00:34","date_gmt":"2014-02-17T09:00:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=6352"},"modified":"2014-01-29T13:29:05","modified_gmt":"2014-01-29T13:29:05","slug":"roberta-chloe-verdant","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/roberta-chloe-verdant\/","title":{"rendered":"Roberta Chloe Verdant"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Red<br \/>\n<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I wanted to gift you a story. The story would be sunsets over the desert; trees in Asian rainforest; a sky full of stars far from the city.<\/p>\n<p>I would scent the story with the finest oils. Strew it with rose petals and pomegranate seeds. Kiss it.<\/p>\n<p>I wanted to gift you a story.<\/p>\n<p>I wanted to gift you a story but the sun never rose in that desert. The trees in the forest were amputated stumps. The stars screamed to the ground; smashed like glass.<\/p>\n<p>I wanted to gift you a story so I took what I had: star-fragments; dead leaves; darkness. I scattered it with rose petals. Each petal sprouted thorns and pricked me all over. Instead of pomegranate seeds the story was strewn with drops of my blood.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Roberta Chloe Verdant<\/strong> lives in Devon, where she facilitates creative writing workshops. She likes the ocean, eating vegan ice-cream &amp; dancing barefoot.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; Red I wanted to gift you a story. The story would be sunsets over the desert; trees in Asian rainforest; a sky full of stars far from the city. I would scent the story with the finest oils. Strew it with rose petals and pomegranate seeds. Kiss it. I wanted to gift 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-6352","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6352","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=6352"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6352\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6354,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6352\/revisions\/6354"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6352"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6352"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6352"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}