{"id":26860,"date":"2016-08-14T02:52:34","date_gmt":"2016-08-14T06:52:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=26860"},"modified":"2016-08-14T02:52:34","modified_gmt":"2016-08-14T06:52:34","slug":"windell-11","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/windell-11\/","title":{"rendered":"Windell #11"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I am without a home,<\/p>\n<p>no place to call my own,<\/p>\n<p>no house made of no limestone,<\/p>\n<p>no house in no street in Bayonne.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>But I live like this to say,<\/p>\n<p>that man needs no home on a good day,<\/p>\n<p>that there is another way,<\/p>\n<p>that does not include a house with a pathway.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I travel the world,<\/p>\n<p>my footsteps trace all but the underworld,<\/p>\n<p>have traveled on boats with sails unfurled,<\/p>\n<p>and ropes on decks in circles, all curled.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>And when I was born, a month too early,<\/p>\n<p>my parents, their vision blurry,<\/p>\n<p>when asked what they would name me, prematurely,<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Windell, for he is desperate to travel the world.&#8221;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I am without a home, no place to call my own, no house made of no limestone, no house in no street in Bayonne. &nbsp; But I live like this to say, that man needs no home on a good day, that there is another&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":770,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-26860","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/26860","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\/770"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=26860"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/26860\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":26957,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/26860\/revisions\/26957"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=26860"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=26860"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=26860"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}