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Blank Slate<\/strong><\/p>\n for Eric Lorberer<\/em><\/p>\n A poem confronts itself. <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n James Naiden<\/strong>\u2019s third novel, The Chafings of Mortals, <\/em>was published in 2011. He lives in Minneapolis, Minnesota and is a regular reviewer for IS&T.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Blank Slate for Eric Lorberer A poem confronts itself. Why am I being written In this busy gallery laden With scattergun gaiety, soon- To-be forgotten gossip, No matter the frozen veins Outside \u2013 ah, who is to know? In ten weeks, a change of seasons. For now, a sibyl of fear rises, […]<\/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-7854","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7854","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=7854"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7854\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7856,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7854\/revisions\/7856"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7854"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7854"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7854"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nWhy am I being written
\nIn this busy gallery laden
\nWith scattergun gaiety, soon-
\nTo-be forgotten gossip,
\nNo matter the frozen veins
\nOutside \u2013 ah, who is to know?
\nIn ten weeks, a change of seasons.
\nFor now, a sibyl of fear rises,
\nThe raw wind a serrated knife.<\/p>\n