{"id":20102,"date":"2016-08-13T12:58:29","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T16:58:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=20102"},"modified":"2016-08-13T14:50:30","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T18:50:30","slug":"hour-4-9","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/hour-4-9\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 4"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>Uncle Stasiek<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Stanley lived with Mama.<br \/>\nThe farm was once the home of chickens and cows,<br \/>\nof his thick-handled Polish immigrant Tata.<br \/>\nHe was the eldest, behind the two Mama lost as babes.<br \/>\nThe six siblings loved and fought,<br \/>\nPolish tempers run amok in wild Mississippi woods.<br \/>\nBut the milk had long since soured,<br \/>\nthe claw-foot tub frozen in time under the muscadine vine.<\/p>\n<p>Yet here was Stasiek.<\/p>\n<p>The Pacific Theater had toughened his smile.<br \/>\nHe grew okra and patty-pan squash.<br \/>\nHe cared for his Mama.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Uncle Stasiek Stanley lived with Mama. The farm was once the home of chickens and cows, of his thick-handled Polish immigrant Tata. He was the eldest, behind the two Mama lost as babes. The six siblings loved and fought, Polish tempers run amok in wild&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":831,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-20102","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20102","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/831"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=20102"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20102\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":21352,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20102\/revisions\/21352"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=20102"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=20102"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=20102"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}