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Yesterday’s news was forgotten by morning<\/strong><\/p>\n as if the world refreshes its memory <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Nashwa Gowanlock<\/strong> is an Egyptian writer, journalist and literary translator based in the UK. She holds an MFA from the Vermont College of Fine Arts.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Yesterday’s news was forgotten by morning as if the world refreshes its memory overnight. But this time the past latches on to the blossom stench along the path by the park where drug dealers meet at night to smoke and I wonder, who hides in the dark but those most afraid of […]<\/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-8590","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8590","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=8590"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8590\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8593,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8590\/revisions\/8593"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8590"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8590"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8590"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\novernight. But this time the past latches on to
\nthe blossom stench along the path by the park
\nwhere drug dealers meet at night to smoke
\nand I wonder, who hides in the dark
\nbut those most afraid of the darkness within,
\nwho sleeps in the cold but those who can\u2019t suffer
\nthe coldness of others. The clouds shuffle
\nas the sky swells to tell the same
\nstory again, an old man to his children:
\nhowever it is lived, life will be scattered like the stars, but
\neven in death, projected across the universe.<\/p>\n