{"id":32,"date":"2005-06-26T05:01:02","date_gmt":"2005-06-26T05:01:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.jgrainger.com\/blog\/?p=32"},"modified":"2013-05-15T05:26:48","modified_gmt":"2013-05-15T05:26:48","slug":"mother-mary","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.jgrainger.com\/blog\/mother-mary\/","title":{"rendered":"Mother Mary."},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Mother Mary is staring, looking at me,<br \/>\nIn a Spanish grillhouse, in murky Tangier<br \/>\nWhy is she looking? Why does she stare?<br \/>\nAt my eyes, at my face, every strand of my hair.<br \/>\nThe waiter is talking, chatting us up,<br \/>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/www.jgrainger.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/310606982_05b56e10bf.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-33 alignright\" alt=\"Mother Mary\" src=\"http:\/\/www.jgrainger.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/310606982_05b56e10bf-225x300.jpg\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.jgrainger.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/310606982_05b56e10bf-225x300.jpg 225w, http:\/\/www.jgrainger.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/310606982_05b56e10bf.jpg 375w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 225px) 100vw, 225px\" \/><\/a>For an extra mixed salad, to increase the cost.<br \/>\nBut a void keeps returning, accompanying her gaze,<br \/>\nTo remove any comfort and put doubt in its place.<\/p>\n<p>As thousands and millions of faces die young,<br \/>\nAnd the elderly rot from the heat of the sun;<br \/>\nA city is flattened with rising waves,<br \/>\nExposing and opening the truth to your face.<br \/>\nBut all of it stands detached from my eyes,<br \/>\nAnd to say that I feel it would be just a lie,<br \/>\nSo as I sit down to chew on some meat,<br \/>\nI\u2019ll feel her eyes burning and long for release.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><em>\u00a9\u00a0J. Grainger, 2004<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Mother Mary is staring, looking at me, In a Spanish grillhouse, in murky Tangier Why is she looking? Why does she stare? At my eyes, at my face, every strand of my hair. The waiter is talking, chatting us up, For an extra mixed salad, to increase the cost. But a void keeps returning, accompanying [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":33,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[20,17],"class_list":["post-32","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry","tag-poetry-2","tag-writings"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.jgrainger.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.jgrainger.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.jgrainger.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.jgrainger.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.jgrainger.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=32"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"http:\/\/www.jgrainger.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":36,"href":"http:\/\/www.jgrainger.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32\/revisions\/36"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.jgrainger.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/33"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.jgrainger.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=32"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.jgrainger.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=32"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.jgrainger.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=32"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}