{"id":22991,"date":"2016-08-13T17:39:16","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T21:39:16","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=22991"},"modified":"2016-08-13T17:39:16","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T21:39:16","slug":"stream-of-consciousness","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/stream-of-consciousness\/","title":{"rendered":"Stream of Consciousness"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Looking at the long wooden boardwalk<br \/>\nthreading through a wooded wetlands<br \/>\ntakes me back to the fjords of Gros Morne.<\/p>\n<p>Newfoundland, with its sparse inhabitants,<br \/>\nconfounded us with its odd houses without stairs<br \/>\nto a front door high above the ground. <\/p>\n<p>In Twenty-Nine Palms, we were perplexed<br \/>\nwith the eery abandoned homestead houses<br \/>\nscattered in the high desert. <\/p>\n<p>Now, the nearby Joshua trees, my totem plants,<br \/>\nare dying and<br \/>\nwill be empty shells soon enough. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Looking at the long wooden boardwalk threading through a wooded wetlands takes me back to the fjords of Gros Morne. Newfoundland, with its sparse inhabitants, confounded us with its odd houses without stairs to a front door high above the ground. In Twenty-Nine Palms, we&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":778,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-22991","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22991","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\/778"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=22991"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22991\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":23098,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22991\/revisions\/23098"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=22991"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=22991"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=22991"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}