{"id":7568,"date":"2014-11-01T08:00:51","date_gmt":"2014-11-01T08:00:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=7568"},"modified":"2014-11-03T16:38:31","modified_gmt":"2014-11-03T16:38:31","slug":"natalie-shaw","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/natalie-shaw\/","title":{"rendered":"Natalie Shaw"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\n<strong>To Rabbi Goldberg: a love letter<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>My mother, the convert, was horrified<br \/>\nwhen I took to wearing a crucifix;<br \/>\nyou laughed, same as when I said<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019d decided not to believe in god.<br \/>\nI said that Shug from\u00a0The Colour Purple<br \/>\nhad it right instead; god<\/p>\n<p>was in it all. I didn\u2019t mention<br \/>\nwhat I really meant: the yellow<br \/>\ncurls of your son\u2019s hair; for years<\/p>\n<p>I dreamed I\u2019d touch it, prayed to it<br \/>\neach night before I went to sleep.<br \/>\nToo late you told my mother this:<\/p>\n<p>one time you\u2019d come across him reading<br \/>\nL\u2019Etranger\u00a0&#8211; in the vain (you told him)<br \/>\nhope I\u2019d notice him one day.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Natalie Shaw<\/strong>&#8216;s work currently features in Antiphon, Fake Poetry and the forthcoming <em>Domestic Cherry<\/em>. She was recently commended by Roddy Lumsden in the Ware Open Poetry prize and can be found at <span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><span style=\"font-family: Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;\"><span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/natalieshawpoems.wordpress.com\/\">http:\/\/natalieshawpoems.wordpress.com\/<\/a><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; To Rabbi Goldberg: a love letter My mother, the convert, was horrified when I took to wearing a crucifix; you laughed, same as when I said I\u2019d decided not to believe in god. I said that Shug from\u00a0The Colour Purple had it right instead; god was in it all. I didn\u2019t mention what I [&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-7568","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7568","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=7568"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7568\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7719,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7568\/revisions\/7719"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7568"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7568"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7568"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}