{"id":654,"date":"2010-04-30T13:30:43","date_gmt":"2010-04-30T13:30:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=654"},"modified":"2010-04-30T13:30:43","modified_gmt":"2010-04-30T13:30:43","slug":"clare-phillips-barton-says-there-is-a-point-to-crying-over-spilt-coffee","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/clare-phillips-barton-says-there-is-a-point-to-crying-over-spilt-coffee\/","title":{"rendered":"Clare Phillips-Barton says there is a point to crying over spilt coffee…"},"content":{"rendered":"


The point in crying over spilt coffee<\/span><\/p>\n

The way he slurped his scolding coffee,<\/span>
through hesitant, quivering lips.<\/span>
The way the handle could only accommodate one<\/span>
brown, <\/span>
square,<\/span>
finger, <\/span>
that couldn\u2019t quite balance the load.<\/span>
The way his coffee always ended up on his chin, <\/span>
                                                shirt, <\/span>
                                                       table, <\/span>
                                                              and shoes. <\/span><\/font><\/p>\n

* Clare Phillips-Barton<\/span> says “In amongst running around after my two little people and work, I spend my time writing. My claim to fame is having been taught to play the spoons by Bernie Winters\u2019s brother Mike. I am currently working on a novel.”<\/span>
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The point in crying over spilt coffee The way he slurped his scolding coffee,through hesitant, quivering lips.The way the handle could only accommodate onebrown, square,finger, that couldn\u2019t quite balance the load.The way his coffee always ended up on his chin,                                                 shirt,                                                        table,                                                               and shoes. * Clare Phillips-Barton says “In amongst running around […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","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-654","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/654","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\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=654"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/654\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=654"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=654"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=654"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}