{"id":9352,"date":"2015-10-22T08:00:48","date_gmt":"2015-10-22T08:00:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=9352"},"modified":"2015-09-23T10:22:30","modified_gmt":"2015-09-23T10:22:30","slug":"herb-kauderer-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/herb-kauderer-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Herb Kauderer"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Artifaction<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>His early days are so far gone that few<br \/>\nrecall just what a troublemaking teen<br \/>\nbecame this hard and steady man.\u00a0 They view<br \/>\nhim only now, see only new routines.<br \/>\nTheir iron expectations leave no doors<br \/>\nfor his escape.\u00a0 The past once nurtured him,<br \/>\nnow he discards it.\u00a0 Blindly, Mike ignores<br \/>\nonce valued parts, his wildness and his whim.<br \/>\nAbandoning the layers of his past<br \/>\nbut rooted in them, he is a little more<br \/>\nconcealed each day, a hidden remnant cast<br \/>\nfrom fossilized bones of doubted lore.<br \/>\nHis new friends see no change, perceive no fall.<br \/>\nAnd Mike, now solid, does not see at all.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Herb Kauderer<\/strong> is an associate professor of English at Hilbert College, and is the author of about a thousand poems including eight chapbooks, some of which are available at:\u00a0 <a href=\"https:\/\/store.kobobooks.com\/en-us\/search?query=kauderer\" target=\"_blank\">https:\/\/store.kobobooks.com\/en-us\/search?query=kauderer<\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; Artifaction His early days are so far gone that few recall just what a troublemaking teen became this hard and steady man.\u00a0 They view him only now, see only new routines. Their iron expectations leave no doors for his escape.\u00a0 The past once nurtured him, now he discards it.\u00a0 Blindly, Mike ignores once [&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-9352","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9352","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=9352"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9352\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9355,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9352\/revisions\/9355"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9352"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9352"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9352"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}