{"id":2941,"date":"2024-03-01T07:42:06","date_gmt":"2024-03-01T12:42:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/?p=2941"},"modified":"2024-03-01T07:42:06","modified_gmt":"2024-03-01T12:42:06","slug":"if-my-soul-is-a-bird-by-radiance-angelina-petro","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/?p=2941","title":{"rendered":"If My Soul is a Bird, by Radiance Angelina Petro"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>If My Soul is a Bird<br \/>\nby<br \/>\nRadiance Angelina Petro<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>If my soul is a bird<br \/>\nmine is a carrion crow<br \/>\nlooking for shiny things,<br \/>\ncracking clams open on the rocks,<br \/>\nand harassing foxes for their kill.<\/p>\n<p>When the Simurgh said:<br \/>\n\u201cEngulf yourself in me that you may<br \/>\nfind yourself in me.\u201d I would laugh,<br \/>\nand drop a walnut into traffic<br \/>\nfor the cars to do the heavy work<br \/>\nso I could pick out the soft,<br \/>\nscattered bits when the light<br \/>\nturned red.<\/p>\n<p>What is there to discern? Everything<br \/>\nis transitional, and the day is sketched<br \/>\nwith a light hand. Nevertheless, sometimes<br \/>\nI tremble with admiration at the dew<br \/>\ndisappearing itself into the sky,<br \/>\nand how the night devours the day<br \/>\nin the dark mouth of its wings.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<form method=\"post\" action=\"\"><input type=\"hidden\" name=\"ip\" value=\"216.73.216.215\" \/><p><label for=\"s2email\">Your email:<\/label><br \/><input type=\"text\" name=\"email\" id=\"s2email\" value=\"Enter email address...\" size=\"20\" onfocus=\"if (this.value == 'Enter email address...') {this.value = '';}\" onblur=\"if (this.value == '') {this.value = 'Enter email address...';}\" \/><\/p><p><input type=\"submit\" name=\"subscribe\" value=\"Subscribe\" \/>&nbsp;<input type=\"submit\" name=\"unsubscribe\" value=\"Unsubscribe\" \/><\/p><\/form>\r\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>If My Soul is a Bird by Radiance Angelina Petro &nbsp; &nbsp; If my soul is a bird mine is a carrion crow looking for shiny things, cracking clams open on the rocks, and harassing foxes for their kill. When the Simurgh said: \u201cEngulf yourself in me that you may find yourself in me.\u201d I [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[12],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2941"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2941"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2941\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2942,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2941\/revisions\/2942"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2941"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2941"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2941"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}