{"id":7276,"date":"2014-09-02T10:10:43","date_gmt":"2014-09-02T10:10:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=7276"},"modified":"2014-07-31T16:19:23","modified_gmt":"2014-07-31T16:19:23","slug":"james-bruce-may","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/james-bruce-may\/","title":{"rendered":"James Bruce May"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>My Request for a Kiss After Dark Yields No<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Affair so I Leave a Parting Gift in Heavy Rain<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Standing in front of your door, its weight so<br \/>\nblatant, its iron knocker a dare, I purse my<br \/>\nlips, sobering up.<\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s late and it\u2019s wet; the sleepless streetlight<br \/>\nbarely dents the dark but the puddles watch<br \/>\nme wait, sobering up.<\/p>\n<p>The rain comes again and with its persistent<br \/>\ntapping demonstrates more courage than I,<br \/>\nso I push a book through<\/p>\n<p>your letterbox and leave, imagining the spine\u2019s<br \/>\nthud, the whir of pages and the covers\u2019 clap,<br \/>\nthe still quality of your porch<\/p>\n<p>disturbed, if only momentarily. On the empty<br \/>\nnight bus home I take out my mobile to delete<br \/>\nmessages from the sent items folder.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\n<strong><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>James Bruce May<\/strong> is a British writer based in London where he studied creative writing on Goldsmiths&#8217; MA course and as a bachelor at Greenwich University.\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/jamesbrucemay.blogspot.co.uk\/\" target=\"_blank\"> http:\/\/jamesbrucemay.blogspot.co.uk<\/a>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 @james_bruce_may<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; My Request for a Kiss After Dark Yields No Affair so I Leave a Parting Gift in Heavy Rain Standing in front of your door, its weight so blatant, its iron knocker a dare, I purse my lips, sobering up. It\u2019s late and it\u2019s wet; the sleepless streetlight barely dents the dark [&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-7276","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7276","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=7276"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7276\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7279,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7276\/revisions\/7279"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7276"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7276"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7276"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}