{"id":54808,"date":"2019-06-22T23:42:57","date_gmt":"2019-06-23T03:42:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=54808"},"modified":"2019-06-22T23:42:57","modified_gmt":"2019-06-23T03:42:57","slug":"back-roads","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/back-roads\/","title":{"rendered":"Back roads"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>SR 153 somewhere between<br \/>\nMullins and Savannah<br \/>\nis dotted with stone white<br \/>\noaks, dead as hands clawing<br \/>\nfrom swampy graves.<br \/>\nDevil\u2019s Dining Room Rd<br \/>\ndoesn\u2019t lead where you think<br \/>\nit will. There are three foot tall<br \/>\nflowers with orange heads<br \/>\nand orange lips foretelling war<br \/>\non the uncut shoulder of a newly<br \/>\npaved road. They cry into<br \/>\nthe ditch and feed the crayfish.<br \/>\nThey fear a moving blade.<br \/>\nThey should. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>SR 153 somewhere between Mullins and Savannah is dotted with stone white oaks, dead as hands clawing from swampy graves. Devil\u2019s Dining Room Rd doesn\u2019t lead where you think it will. There are three foot tall flowers with orange heads and orange lips foretelling war&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1119,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-54808","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/54808","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\/1119"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=54808"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/54808\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":54839,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/54808\/revisions\/54839"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=54808"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=54808"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=54808"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}