{"id":6443,"date":"2014-03-06T09:00:05","date_gmt":"2014-03-06T09:00:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=6443"},"modified":"2014-02-27T11:08:28","modified_gmt":"2014-02-27T11:08:28","slug":"k-s-moore","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/k-s-moore\/","title":{"rendered":"K. S. Moore"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Off the Rails<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>At midnight, the town<br \/>\ntravels, swallowing snake-<br \/>\njoined, dot to dot<br \/>\nhouses, breathing through<br \/>\nwindows, illusion borne<br \/>\ncurrents, electric gold,<br \/>\nmirrored and flaming.<\/p>\n<p>In my mind I control<br \/>\nit, a plastic snake<br \/>\nsnapping, each click<br \/>\nof each segment<br \/>\na jut of its hipless,<br \/>\nwavering song.<\/p>\n<p>Holding the train<br \/>\nbetween thumb<br \/>\nand forefinger,<br \/>\nI throw the trails<br \/>\nfrom each mapped out<br \/>\njourney, lacing the paths<br \/>\nof luminous strangers,<br \/>\nchained like fairy-lit pearls.<\/p>\n<p>The span of my hand,<br \/>\na flesh-webbed cloud,<br \/>\ncovers their eyes and<br \/>\nbecomes their earth,<br \/>\nuntil I let go and they<br \/>\nhurtle, back into<br \/>\ntimetabled stops and changes.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>K. S. Moore<\/strong> blogs at <a href=\"http:\/\/ksmoore.com\/\" target=\"_blank\">ksmoore.com <\/a>and was recently shortlisted for Blog Awards Ireland. She was a Flash Mob 2013 finalist and has been published in <em>FlashFlood, The Bohemyth<\/em> and <em>Writing.ie<\/em>. She has work forthcoming in <em>The Seventh Quarry.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Off the Rails At midnight, the town travels, swallowing snake- joined, dot to dot houses, breathing through windows, illusion borne currents, electric gold, mirrored and flaming. In my mind I control it, a plastic snake snapping, each click of each segment a jut of its hipless, wavering song. Holding the train between [&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-6443","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6443","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=6443"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6443\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6446,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6443\/revisions\/6446"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6443"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6443"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6443"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}