{"id":8842,"date":"2015-07-19T08:00:52","date_gmt":"2015-07-19T08:00:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=8842"},"modified":"2015-06-28T13:21:23","modified_gmt":"2015-06-28T13:21:23","slug":"laurie-kolp","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/laurie-kolp\/","title":{"rendered":"Laurie Kolp"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>The Snobby Woman Pretends Not to See Me<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>and sweeps her nose to the sky<br \/>\nand sniffs moon dust<br \/>\nand yoyos her eyelids like a freak show act<br \/>\nand then looks away<br \/>\nand I once had a doll with blinking eyes like that<br \/>\nand her face and arms and legs were porcelain<br \/>\nand I named her Suzie<br \/>\nand my grandparents kept her in the sewing room<br \/>\nand that room was a garage before they added on to the house<br \/>\nand I thought that room was haunted<br \/>\nand when I visited, I hurry! hurried in and out<br \/>\nand Suzy\u2019s chubby legs clanked together as I carried her around<br \/>\nand the silence didn\u2019t seem so bad<br \/>\nand her body was cloth with stains from my mother<br \/>\nand when my visit ended, Suzy stayed on shelf,<br \/>\nand the haunted room taunted me<br \/>\nand next summer Suzy\u2019s face was cracked<br \/>\nand her eyes didn\u2019t blink anymore<br \/>\nand I know this woman is just like all the rest of them<br \/>\nand I see fake dolls in the grocery store, snobby women like her<br \/>\nand I remember Suzie long gone, but still loved<br \/>\nand I\u2019m glad she was real<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Laurie Kolp<\/strong> poems have appeared in the 2015 P<em>oet\u2019s Market, The Crafty Poet, Scissors &amp; Spackle, Blue Fifth Review, Pirene\u2019s Fountain<\/em>. An avid runner and lover of nature, Laurie lives in Texas with her husband, three children and two dogs.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; The Snobby Woman Pretends Not to See Me and sweeps her nose to the sky and sniffs moon dust and yoyos her eyelids like a freak show act and then looks away and I once had a doll with blinking eyes like that and her face and arms and legs were [&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-8842","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8842","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=8842"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8842\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8844,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8842\/revisions\/8844"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8842"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8842"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8842"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}