{"id":691,"date":"2024-09-01T15:45:41","date_gmt":"2024-09-01T15:45:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/akpatacww.com.ng\/?p=691"},"modified":"2024-09-01T15:45:41","modified_gmt":"2024-09-01T15:45:41","slug":"lover-prelude-n-sehar","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/akpatamag.com\/?p=691","title":{"rendered":"Lover Prelude\u00a0&#8211; N Sehar"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><strong><em>After Zaina Alsous<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Inside the eyes is a river. Inside the river, some loose fragments of tree\u00a0<br>Inside the tree, fish skulls, salt buried in the chest of the earth, unnamed\u00a0<br>Forgotten lovers. Inside the lovers, a sea of sorrow. Inside the sea, young\u00a0<br>Men drowning in the bloom of youth looking for bread\u00a0 and tasting citrus.<br>Inside the men, a woman\u2019s broken anatomy. Inside the woman, a lifelong\u00a0<br>Of yearning, hanging cliffs, grief stuck in the gaps of their teeth. Inside the\u00a0<br>yearning, a botanist\u2019s plantation theory. Inside the theory, a recipe of\u00a0<br>remembering. The thing is I never wished to go knocking door to door\u00a0<br>Looking for the bones of the dead. I never really wished to surrender my softness.<br>I just kept staring at the eyes for too long. I was spilled through seeds. I\u00a0<br>kneeled to kiss the pupil and steadily sank it.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator has-alpha-channel-opacity\" style=\"margin-top:var(--wp--preset--spacing--60);margin-bottom:var(--wp--preset--spacing--60)\"\/>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><em>Sehar is a poet, freelance writer, and design student who is currently based in Kolkata, India. Her work has appeared in\u00a0<strong>The Hooghly Review, Gulmohur Quarterly, Broken Antler Magazine, Livewire (The Wire), Poems India, The Alipore Post, India Film Project, and Remington Review\u00a0<\/strong>among others. She loves to read about cultures, folklore, and anything that lies at the intersection of art and tech. She is passionate about environmental causes<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>After Zaina Alsous Inside the eyes is a river. Inside the river, some loose fragments of tree\u00a0Inside the tree, fish skulls, salt buried in the chest of the earth, unnamed\u00a0Forgotten lovers. Inside the lovers, a sea of sorrow. Inside the sea, young\u00a0Men drowning in the bloom of youth looking for bread\u00a0 and tasting citrus.Inside the [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":693,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2,5],"tags":[6],"class_list":["post-691","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-issue-1","category-poetry","tag-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/akpatamag.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/691","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/akpatamag.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/akpatamag.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/akpatamag.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/akpatamag.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=691"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/akpatamag.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/691\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/akpatamag.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=691"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/akpatamag.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=691"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/akpatamag.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=691"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}