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Sunlight leans on half closed curtains, slants He steps into the empty room. The warmth Today, he says, will be a good one: things <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Thomas Ovans<\/strong> has had poems published in Smiths Knoll, Message in a Bottle <\/em>& London Grip.<\/em>\u00a0 He sometimes reviews poetry for London Grip<\/em>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Cell Sunlight leans on half closed curtains, slants across a table, laid last night for breakfast. A knife-blade\u2019s twinkling snatches at his eye. He steps into the empty room. The warmth it\u2019s gathered in the hours since dawn has made a tiny increase in the day’s potential. Today, he says, will be a […]<\/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-8548","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8548","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=8548"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8548\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8551,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8548\/revisions\/8551"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8548"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8548"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8548"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nCell<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nacross a table, laid last night for breakfast.
\nA knife-blade\u2019s twinkling snatches at his eye.<\/p>\n
\nit\u2019s gathered in the hours since dawn has made
\na tiny increase in the day’s potential.<\/p>\n
\ntoday are starting to get better.
\nNo.
\nWithout her there is no such hope at all.<\/p>\n