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The Miracle of Our Evolution<\/strong><\/p>\n The creek full of dead fish\/ sunken\/ muddy bottom They said I was the devil. <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Linda Morgan Smith<\/strong> is a poet and painter who lives in New Orleans, Louisiana. Her poetry has been published in\u00a0 Stage and Screenwriters<\/em>, Full of Crow Press<\/em> and MicroCrow.<\/em> She had two poems\u00a0 published in Kumquat Poetry<\/em> in March.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Miracle of Our Evolution The creek full of dead fish\/ sunken\/ muddy bottom laid flat -dead eyed stares -opened mouths -gills collapsed we waded into the water and our feet began to rot we ran to the doctor who couldn’t cure us I became a priestess in the basement of my […]<\/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-6820","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6820","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=6820"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6820\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6823,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6820\/revisions\/6823"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6820"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6820"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6820"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nlaid flat -dead eyed stares -opened mouths -gills collapsed
\nwe waded into the water and our feet began to rot
\nwe ran to the doctor who couldn’t cure us
\nI became a priestess in the basement of my house
\nPeople would appear\/disappear
\nPOOF!<\/p>\n
\nJesus washed my feet with the chemical spill
\nnow the creek is wine
\nwe drank from it and became fish again<\/p>\n