{"id":88195,"date":"2021-06-26T09:57:24","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T13:57:24","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=88195"},"modified":"2021-06-26T09:57:33","modified_gmt":"2021-06-26T13:57:33","slug":"1-11","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/1-11\/","title":{"rendered":"1."},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>\u201cThe hearts metanoia on the other hand, turns without regret, turns not so much away as towards\u201d &#8211; Scott Cairns <\/em><\/p>\n<p>When I was two years old my parents bought a red brick building <\/p>\n<p>I will return even after I have left<br \/>\nto finish emptying out the enduring things<br \/>\nShelves hold the dust of grade six, seven, twelve, all of university,<br \/>\nmy early work years and my first return to gain strength,<br \/>\nand my swift return in lockdown,<br \/>\n\u201cI can\u2019t seem to escape this place!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I will return even after I have left<br \/>\nHelping with boxes of books, glass, history<br \/>\nUntil we stand in the emptiness and the glowing floors<br \/>\nPiles of dust and detritus<br \/>\nKeys never identified for all the French doors<br \/>\nsomeone will have a broom and miss the moment<br \/>\nThe end of endless returning <\/p>\n<p>I will return even after I have left,<br \/>\nI know what hurts here, at least<br \/>\nTurn you can never come home again<br \/>\nInto this place is no longer home<br \/>\nYield to what I cannot know<br \/>\nTurn towards three months in the east \u2028<br \/>\nGo <\/p>\n<p>When I was thirty they sold it. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cThe hearts metanoia on the other hand, turns without regret, turns not so much away as towards\u201d &#8211; Scott Cairns When I was two years old my parents bought a red brick building I will return even after I have left to finish emptying out&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":917,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-88195","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/88195","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\/917"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=88195"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/88195\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":88221,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/88195\/revisions\/88221"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=88195"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=88195"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=88195"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}