{"id":680,"date":"2010-05-17T18:16:17","date_gmt":"2010-05-17T18:16:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=680"},"modified":"2010-05-17T18:16:17","modified_gmt":"2010-05-17T18:16:17","slug":"john-grey-is-a-world-traveler","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/john-grey-is-a-world-traveler\/","title":{"rendered":"John Grey is a world traveler"},"content":{"rendered":"


I'M A WORLD TRAVELER <\/span>        <\/span>
  
                   <\/span>
I'm looking at the foreign stamp again. Forget                         <\/span>
the post card scrawl. Another country dropped a line.<\/span>
 <\/span>
To think that Mayan pyramids cared enough to write,<\/span>
the Sphinx, that crumbling lion-head, whispered<\/span>
 <\/span>
through the slot, “Come.” Montmartre knows my<\/span>
street address. Hong Kong includes me in its<\/span>
 <\/span>
conversation. And there's some loch, in the chilly<\/span>
highlands of Scotland, that awaits, like I'm<\/span>
 <\/span>
the second coming, the dipping of my naked toes.<\/span>
With people, the whole postcard thing is so<\/span>
 <\/span>
perfunctory. But the world is genuine, buy tramadol 50mg<\/a> wants me<\/span>
visiting galleries, shopping at bazaars, staring up<\/span>
 <\/span>
at cathedral ceilings. Even where I am will do<\/span>
anything to keep me here. It's not you and your<\/span>
 <\/span>
desperate face, your sobbed-filled “Don't go.”<\/span>
It's this house. I'm here aren't I. Pass the picture window.<\/span>



* John Grey<\/span> is an Australian born poet, US resident since late seventies. Works as financial systems analyst. Recently published in <\/span>Slant, Briar Cliff Review<\/span> and <\/span>Albatross <\/span>with work upcoming in <\/span>Poetry East, Cape Rock<\/span> and <\/span>REAL<\/span>. <\/span>

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I'M A WORLD TRAVELER                               I'm looking at the foreign stamp again. Forget                         the post card scrawl. Another country dropped a line. To think that Mayan pyramids cared enough to write,the Sphinx, that crumbling lion-head, whispered through the slot, “Come.” Montmartre knows mystreet address. Hong Kong includes me in its conversation. And there's some loch, in the […]<\/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-680","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/680","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=680"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/680\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=680"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=680"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=680"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}