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Autobiography<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n I only remember our neighbour\u2019s wind chimes,<\/p>\n Rosie and Jim,<\/p>\n and my first lie.<\/p>\n There was a tree house in the garden,<\/p>\n blue and white checked summer dresses,<\/p>\n a silent dinner table.<\/p>\n My mother\u2019s soft fingers on my forehead said<\/p>\n don\u2019t forget your piano practice.<\/p>\n Wetness in my trousers,<\/p>\n sips of my father\u2019s bitter,<\/p>\n an ice skate in my brother\u2019s knee.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n We had a Ford Focus,<\/p>\n the World Wide Web,<\/p>\n an hour of TV a day,<\/p>\n three funerals,<\/p>\n no weddings,<\/p>\n tower block scenery,<\/p>\n B grades<\/p>\n and Lymphoma,<\/p>\n printed on a white form.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Soon, the smell of petrol and smoke<\/p>\n replaced talcum powder and chlorine.<\/p>\n Textbooks piled up,<\/p>\n Smirnoff Ice spilled out,<\/p>\n a patch of black hair dye stained the sink.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Then came<\/p>\n my father\u2019s tears,<\/p>\n my mother\u2019s phone voice,<\/p>\n damp tents and singed clothes,<\/p>\n a plastic cup of gin to lose my virginity with,<\/p>\n the screech of seagulls<\/p>\n and lined paper,<\/p>\n sheets and sheets of it,<\/p>\n waiting.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Faye Ivory<\/strong> began writing as a young teenager to still the velocity of her world.\u00a0 Since then she has studied Creative Writing at the University of Chichester and now writes purely with the hope of moving someone in some way.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Autobiography I only remember our neighbour\u2019s wind chimes, Rosie and Jim, and my first lie. There was a tree house in the garden, blue and white checked summer dresses, a silent dinner table. My mother\u2019s soft fingers on my forehead said don\u2019t forget your piano practice. Wetness in my trousers, sips […]<\/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-6816","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6816","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=6816"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6816\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6819,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6816\/revisions\/6819"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6816"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6816"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6816"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}