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Hole<\/strong><\/p>\n Tell your secrets to a hole in the the memory of the soil and the air it will be forgotten for all worms that were grateful for the release, the <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Ottilie Mulzet<\/strong> translates from Hungarian and Mongolian. She is currently completing a PhD on the subject of Mongolian riddles and proverbs. Her artwork, prose, and photography have appeared in the Prague-based journal Revolver Revue<\/em> since 2000. Her poems have appeared in The Sand, morphrog, the delinquent, the Muse, the missing slate,<\/em> and The English Chicago Review<\/em>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Hole Tell your secrets to a hole in the ground facing north for then the earth will swallow up your secret for all time it shall enter into the memory of the soil and the rivers and the plains and the gods atop the mountains will take it then as your secret […]<\/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-6468","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6468","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=6468"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6468\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6471,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6468\/revisions\/6471"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6468"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6468"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6468"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nground facing north for then the
\nearth will swallow up your
\nsecret for all time it shall enter into<\/p>\n
\nrivers and the plains and the
\ngods atop the mountains will take
\nit then as your secret dissolves into the<\/p>\n
\ntime this was foretold by the
\nbirds that scattered holding the
\nsecrets in their beaks like writhing<\/p>\n
\ncessation of the burden of memory.<\/p>\n