{"id":9213,"date":"2015-09-26T08:00:37","date_gmt":"2015-09-26T08:00:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=9213"},"modified":"2015-08-17T13:30:41","modified_gmt":"2015-08-17T13:30:41","slug":"neil-campbell-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/neil-campbell-3\/","title":{"rendered":"Neil Campbell"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Curlew Calls<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>When I walked the moors<\/p>\n<p>Of the South Tyne Valley<\/p>\n<p>Not knowing anyone<\/p>\n<p>Within 150 miles<\/p>\n<p>I hugged the very call<\/p>\n<p>Of the curlew.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I watched them lift together<\/p>\n<p>From fields by the banks<\/p>\n<p>Of the river.<\/p>\n<p>Once I peered over a drystone wall<\/p>\n<p>And saw one right there<\/p>\n<p>Before me.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Flying on my bike<\/p>\n<p>Over bumping tarmac<\/p>\n<p>Down the hill into Beltingham<\/p>\n<p>They were burbling there, in the air.<\/p>\n<p>The first time I heard them<\/p>\n<p>Was on Coombs moss<\/p>\n<p>In Derbyshire.<\/p>\n<p>I wasn\u2019t so alone then<\/p>\n<p>And hindsight makes those calls<\/p>\n<p>Sound like a portent.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Neil Campbell<\/strong>\u00a0has two collections of short stories,\u00a0<em>Broken Doll,\u00a0<\/em>and<em>\u00a0Pictures from Hopper<\/em>, published by Salt, and two poetry chapbooks,\u00a0<em>Birds<\/em>, and\u00a0<em>Bugsworth Diary,<\/em>\u00a0published by Knives, Forks and Spoons. Recent stories in<em>\u00a0Short Fictio<\/em>n and\u00a0<em>Tears in the Fence<\/em>. Other stories in the anthologies,\u00a0<em>Murmurations,<\/em>\u00a0and<em>\u00a0Best British Short Stories 2012.<\/em>\u00a0Has a chapbook of short fiction,\u00a0<em>Ekphrasis,<\/em>\u00a0with Knives, Forks and Spoons.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; Curlew Calls &nbsp; When I walked the moors Of the South Tyne Valley Not knowing anyone Within 150 miles I hugged the very call Of the curlew. &nbsp; I watched them lift together From fields by the banks Of the river. Once I peered over a drystone wall And saw one right there Before [&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-9213","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9213","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=9213"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9213\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9215,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9213\/revisions\/9215"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9213"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9213"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9213"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}