{"id":7639,"date":"2014-11-22T09:00:38","date_gmt":"2014-11-22T09:00:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=7639"},"modified":"2014-11-02T14:32:09","modified_gmt":"2014-11-02T14:32:09","slug":"neil-fawcett","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/neil-fawcett\/","title":{"rendered":"Neil Fawcett"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Sieving<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I know about stars.<br \/>\nThey\u2019re far away<br \/>\nhave nocturnal habits<br \/>\nand hide from the day,<\/p>\n<p>and when I lie<br \/>\nhair rasping a pillow of sand<br \/>\nfingers sieving cool grains,<br \/>\nshrinking clumps in each hand,<\/p>\n<p>I can watch them for hours.<br \/>\nThose that drop from black cliffs<br \/>\nfalling into forever.<br \/>\nThose that glide over our organic blip<\/p>\n<p>and those that sit still<br \/>\nyears above the sky.<\/p>\n<p>Fingers sieving cool sand<br \/>\nthe insatiable wet of the world close by.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Neil Fawcett<\/strong> lives in Stockport and writes poems in a scruffy shed at the bottom of his garden. When not in Stockport you\u2019ll find him in Greece, just wandering about. <a href=\"http:\/\/neilfawcettpoet.com\/\" target=\"_blank\">www.neilfawcettpoet.com<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Sieving I know about stars. They\u2019re far away have nocturnal habits and hide from the day, and when I lie hair rasping a pillow of sand fingers sieving cool grains, shrinking clumps in each hand, I can watch them for hours. Those that drop from black cliffs falling into forever. Those that [&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-7639","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7639","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=7639"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7639\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7642,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7639\/revisions\/7642"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7639"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7639"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7639"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}