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65 in a 30<\/strong><\/p>\n Wind pulls at what’s left Fools rush in to the lanes Toes kiss brakes, like From the side window, He returns my rage with His martyred look says: <\/strong><\/p>\n Alan Katerinsky<\/strong> is an assistant professor of Computer Security and Information Assurance at Hilbert College.\u00a0 He has had half a dozen stories and over thirty poems published in ArtVoice, HazMat Review, and other markets that mix upper case and lower case letters in the same word.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" 65 in a 30 Wind pulls at what’s left of my hair, as we hurtle across the interstellar blackness of the Niagara River. Fools rush in to the lanes in front of me, reminders from God to slow the hell down. Toes kiss brakes, like Icarus into the sea. From the side […]<\/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-9995","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9995","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=9995"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9995\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10002,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9995\/revisions\/10002"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9995"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9995"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9995"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nof my hair, as we hurtle across
\nthe interstellar blackness
\nof the Niagara River.<\/p>\n
\nin front of me,
\nreminders from God to
\nslow the hell down.<\/p>\n
\nIcarus into the sea.<\/p>\n
\nI look into a pale, slack-jawed
\nand witless countenance.<\/p>\n
\nDivine forgiveness,
\nas if to say: “Wait!
\nI must slow this van to
\nalmost full-stop as we corner.”<\/p>\n
\n“It’s in memory of our
\nLord, who only lets me
\ndrive on Sundays.”<\/p>\n