{"id":3661,"date":"2014-02-04T15:06:34","date_gmt":"2014-02-04T22:06:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/motherbird.com\/wordpress\/?p=3661"},"modified":"2014-02-04T15:06:34","modified_gmt":"2014-02-04T22:06:34","slug":"wild-roses-by-jim-wilson","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/motherbird.com\/wordpress\/wild-roses-by-jim-wilson\/","title":{"rendered":"Wild Roses by Jim Wilson"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>.<\/p>\n<p>as the darkness slithers over the land<br \/>\nand the nothing swirls across like evening fog<br \/>\nuninterrupted save by soapbox shamans<br \/>\nclimbing up higher to try and catch and mend<br \/>\na million broken arrows and send them straight<br \/>\nback into the bone of the beast<br \/>\nfor even only lunatics know the price<br \/>\nof commodification of souls<br \/>\nonce many grumbled<br \/>\nand then had their heads turned<br \/>\nby silver seducers having lost<br \/>\nthe something that inhabits even gnats<br \/>\nin a process both old and refined the gatherings<br \/>\nof the avaricious mercury rolling into itself<br \/>\nan indistinguishable glob shiny and dense the greed<br \/>\ngradually ruled politeness because it wanted things<br \/>\nthat once made brave folk quake<br \/>\nbecame entertainment scenes of others misfortune<br \/>\ninduced laughter from the audience<br \/>\nforgetting how to smell a rose<br \/>\nwingless birds sing more incessantly<br \/>\nthan new residents of nomansland<br \/>\nwithout wings, feet move  in ancient dances<br \/>\ndesigned to make the spines of stars shiver with delight<br \/>\nand life that is hope stomp back the nothing<br \/>\nit will take time<br \/>\nto plant&#8230;wild roses<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>. as the darkness slithers over the land and the nothing swirls across like evening fog uninterrupted save by soapbox shamans climbing up higher to try and catch and mend a million broken arrows and send them straight back into the bone of the beast for even only lunatics know the price of commodification of &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/motherbird.com\/wordpress\/wild-roses-by-jim-wilson\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Wild Roses by Jim Wilson&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3661","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/motherbird.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3661","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/motherbird.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/motherbird.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/motherbird.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/motherbird.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3661"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/motherbird.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3661\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/motherbird.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3661"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/motherbird.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3661"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/motherbird.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3661"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}