{"id":21115,"date":"2016-08-13T14:32:12","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T18:32:12","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=21115"},"modified":"2016-08-13T14:32:12","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T18:32:12","slug":"6-christopher-english-halibun","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/6-christopher-english-halibun\/","title":{"rendered":"#6 &#8211; Christopher (English Halibun)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-family: inherit\"><span style=\"font-size: small\">Nestled in the vast pine forest of northern Minnesota, my dog and I lay in a small two-man tent. It was the last night of our canoe journey. Slowly, we were awakened, a buzzing sound surrounded us and curiosity made us look outside. Blocking the view of the lake and giant pine trees, were a zillion white flies. More individual life forms than I had ever seen before in one place. I found out later they live that one night and all die after eggs are spread. Shortly after this trip, I was looking for a closest of close friend I hadn&#8217;t seen in years. I was to apologize for something. Two years earlier, he had died. I never knew.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: inherit\"><span style=\"font-size: small\">Circles engulf us<br \/>\n<\/span><\/span><span style=\"font-family: inherit\"><span style=\"font-size: small\">Never knowing where we are<br \/>\n<\/span><\/span><span style=\"font-family: inherit\"><span style=\"font-size: small\">Death remembers all<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Nestled in the vast pine forest of northern Minnesota, my dog and I lay in a small two-man tent. It was the last night of our canoe journey. Slowly, we were awakened, a buzzing sound surrounded us and curiosity made us look outside. Blocking the&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":806,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,1136],"tags":[1179,1177,1253,1543],"class_list":["post-21115","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts","tag-canada","tag-chowilawu","tag-gislason","tag-nikiwan"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21115","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\/806"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=21115"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21115\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":21137,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21115\/revisions\/21137"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=21115"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=21115"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=21115"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}