{"id":1591,"date":"2013-12-19T17:24:36","date_gmt":"2013-12-19T17:24:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sarahwalko.com\/blog\/?p=1591"},"modified":"2013-12-19T17:24:36","modified_gmt":"2013-12-19T17:24:36","slug":"books-stones-and-bones","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/sarahwalko.com\/blog\/books-stones-and-bones\/","title":{"rendered":"Books, stones and bones"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/sarahwalko.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/bookboxSM.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-1592\" alt=\"bookboxSM\" src=\"http:\/\/sarahwalko.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/bookboxSM.jpg\" width=\"900\" height=\"971\" srcset=\"http:\/\/sarahwalko.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/bookboxSM.jpg 900w, http:\/\/sarahwalko.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/bookboxSM-278x300.jpg 278w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 900px) 100vw, 900px\" \/><\/a> <a href=\"http:\/\/sarahwalko.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/shelfWEB.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-1593\" alt=\"shelfWEB\" src=\"http:\/\/sarahwalko.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/shelfWEB.jpg\" width=\"900\" height=\"739\" srcset=\"http:\/\/sarahwalko.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/shelfWEB.jpg 900w, http:\/\/sarahwalko.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/shelfWEB-300x246.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 900px) 100vw, 900px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>We still share dreams and sleep in drawers in homes built by carpenters we never knew.\u00a0\u00a0 Floorboards still hum inside of them. When I look out the window I still the birds spelling out phrases as they touch ground to reach for worms through the grass, between the life-size dead. Nets lift from landscapes, holding dark clouds, centuries, weather satellites, fish, shells, birds, bees, twigs and drums. They seep with song, humming, buzzing, howling. Static, silence heresy. They float around the room.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We still share dreams and sleep in drawers in homes built by carpenters we never knew.\u00a0\u00a0 Floorboards still hum inside of them. When I look out the window I still the birds spelling out phrases as they touch ground to reach for worms through the grass, between the life-size dead. Nets lift from landscapes, holding [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6,4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1591","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-fiction","category-sculptureinstallation"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/sarahwalko.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1591","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/sarahwalko.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/sarahwalko.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/sarahwalko.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/sarahwalko.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1591"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/sarahwalko.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1591\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1595,"href":"http:\/\/sarahwalko.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1591\/revisions\/1595"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/sarahwalko.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1591"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/sarahwalko.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1591"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/sarahwalko.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1591"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}