{"id":6866,"date":"2014-05-31T08:00:23","date_gmt":"2014-05-31T08:00:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=6866"},"modified":"2014-05-06T13:27:36","modified_gmt":"2014-05-06T13:27:36","slug":"6866","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/6866\/","title":{"rendered":"Oliver Comins"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\n<strong>Return Journey<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>So here we are, dozing on a train<br \/>\nwhich flounders along, travelling<br \/>\ntowards a place we call home.<br \/>\nWe know the tide will have turned<br \/>\nbefore we reach our destination.<\/p>\n<p>The carriage shimmers as it passes<br \/>\nover these tiny, necessary gaps<br \/>\nbetween rails and brute steel wheels:<br \/>\nsuch a random choir, sitting here and<br \/>\nlistening to deep sprung hydraulics.<\/p>\n<p>How does this work?\u00a0 A long carriage<br \/>\nvibrating magnificently as it races past<br \/>\na whole countryside of ploughed fields<br \/>\nand irregular pastures, its soft-seated<br \/>\nupholstery, grey and purple branding.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Oliver Comins<\/strong> lives and works in West London.\u00a0 Early work collected in a Mandeville Press pamphlet and Anvil New Poets Two.\u00a0 More recently, poems have appeared in various magazines including T<em>he Echo Room, The Rialto, Warwick Review <\/em>and<em> Yellow Nib.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; Return Journey So here we are, dozing on a train which flounders along, travelling towards a place we call home. We know the tide will have turned before we reach our destination. The carriage shimmers as it passes over these tiny, necessary gaps between rails and brute steel wheels: such a random choir, [&hellip;]<\/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-6866","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6866","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=6866"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6866\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6868,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6866\/revisions\/6868"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6866"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6866"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6866"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}