{"id":8234,"date":"2015-03-07T09:00:27","date_gmt":"2015-03-07T09:00:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=8234"},"modified":"2015-02-25T11:05:40","modified_gmt":"2015-02-25T11:05:40","slug":"george-morehead","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/george-morehead\/","title":{"rendered":"George Morehead"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>7 years good luck.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I woke up this morning in<br \/>\nan electric teapot<br \/>\nall I\u2019ve been dreaming about<br \/>\nis missing teeth<br \/>\nthe gaps feel as lonely<br \/>\nas this halfway house<br \/>\nthat wants a soft water bottle<br \/>\nto knock on the door<br \/>\nand cuddle<br \/>\ntill all the lamps go off<br \/>\nand the hedgehogs in the garden<br \/>\nsnuffle<br \/>\nthis is halfway to somewhere<br \/>\nsomewhere good and milky<br \/>\nwhere you can sew precious<br \/>\nbits of baby metal<br \/>\non the fertile cloth that cools beneath<br \/>\nyour pillow<br \/>\nin the morning,<br \/>\nthere will be teeth!<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;\"><strong>George Morehead<\/strong> is the son of a retired policeman and a retired nurse.\u00a0 They write very good poetry.\u00a0\u00a0So does all his family, he sometimes wishes they wrote more.\u00a0\u00a0George likes writing, but what he enjoys most is sharing time with you.<\/span><span style=\"font-family: Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><strong><span style=\"font-family: Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;\"><\/p>\n<p><\/span> <\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 7 years good luck. I woke up this morning in an electric teapot all I\u2019ve been dreaming about is missing teeth the gaps feel as lonely as this halfway house that wants a soft water bottle to knock on the door and cuddle till all the lamps go off and the hedgehogs [&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-8234","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8234","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=8234"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8234\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8239,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8234\/revisions\/8239"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8234"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8234"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8234"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}