{"id":5361,"date":"2015-06-07T08:04:55","date_gmt":"2015-06-07T12:04:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=5361"},"modified":"2015-06-07T08:04:55","modified_gmt":"2015-06-07T12:04:55","slug":"words-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/words-3\/","title":{"rendered":"Words"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I love words. I always have. They can be the death of you, or the salvation. They can reveal, or mystify; they can destroy. It is amazing to me that something that is merely noise, a breath of air with sound, can be so very powerful. I have a book of poetry on Amazon.com, under the name Debra K. McElroy, &#8220;Old Moon&#8221;. I live on Virginia&#8217;s Eastern Shore, and work to change the laws for animals, specifically dogs and cats here. I am vegan, Christian with a caveat, and a litter hater. Recycle; reuse; reduce.\u00a0Support renewable energy, save the planet. Now you know me. It is very nice to meet you&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I love words. I always have. They can be the death of you, or the salvation. They can reveal, or mystify; they can destroy. It is amazing to me that something that is merely noise, a breath of air with sound, can be so very&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":264,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5361","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5361","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\/264"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5361"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5361\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5365,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5361\/revisions\/5365"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5361"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5361"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5361"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}