{"id":8616,"date":"2015-06-05T08:00:39","date_gmt":"2015-06-05T08:00:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=8616"},"modified":"2015-05-27T09:44:39","modified_gmt":"2015-05-27T09:44:39","slug":"sarah-dunne","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/sarah-dunne\/","title":{"rendered":"Sarah Dunne"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\n<strong>Unearthing<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>The little black clutch waited<br \/>\nto present itself, slyly hidden<br \/>\nin Nan\u2019s nylon shopper,<br \/>\nfondly fingered a thousand times,<br \/>\nbefore faded faux leather muscled to the fore.<br \/>\nI picked it up like a new thing; smelt old.<br \/>\nTook a breath and delved inside to find them<br \/>\nwaiting. Memories I never had.<\/p>\n<p>Preserved in letters: yellowed, undated; squabbles over<br \/>\nbad behaviour, knitwear, wife-abuse.<br \/>\nPatterns, coupons, tickets, snippets, official words<br \/>\nand half an inch of pencil (still writes)<br \/>\ndrawing together the past.<\/p>\n<p>A family of paper dolls. Uninvited<br \/>\nfantasy dinner guests who, now revived<br \/>\ncome night after night to remind me,<br \/>\nI\u2019m not alone, that I belong<br \/>\nwith these pieces of paper.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Sarah Dunne<\/strong> lives in Sussex and recently completed a part-time degree in English Literature (Creative Writing pathway). She previously said on <a href=\"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/?s=Sarah+Dunne\" target=\"_blank\">IS&amp;T\u00a0<\/a>\u00a0 that creative writing makes her happy, it still does.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; Unearthing The little black clutch waited to present itself, slyly hidden in Nan\u2019s nylon shopper, fondly fingered a thousand times, before faded faux leather muscled to the fore. I picked it up like a new thing; smelt old. Took a breath and delved inside to find them waiting. Memories I never had. Preserved [&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-8616","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8616","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=8616"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8616\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8619,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8616\/revisions\/8619"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8616"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8616"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8616"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}