{"id":12635,"date":"2023-01-11T18:51:55","date_gmt":"2023-01-11T18:51:55","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/?p=12635"},"modified":"2023-01-11T20:58:51","modified_gmt":"2023-01-11T20:58:51","slug":"introduction-to-hydroscapes-jess-gersony","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/?p=12635","title":{"rendered":"INTRODUCTION TO HYDROSCAPES &#8211; Jess Gersony"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>All light of yesterday in this place<br \/>\nis now hidden. It could be the ground<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nheating my feet or it could have fled<br \/>\nwith the stream into some larger body.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nI wait for the moon, but for the trees<br \/>\nthe moon means only tides pulling<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nsomething closer. Could all water have been<br \/>\nin this lake? I could collect a lake.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nI am a lake 1,000 feet deep,<br \/>\ndeep blue with white caps, trembling.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nThe moon pulls and I am flattened, hollowed<br \/>\nand stretched thin. All light wanting to go<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nanywhere, to not fade with reflection<br \/>\noff of water bodies, the light lost to space<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nmurmuring where did it all go? Last time<br \/>\nI lost it all, I had empty hands, lakes<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nevaporated, clouds formed. Now, the eternal<br \/>\nwater and I warm ourselves in the new light.<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;<br \/>\nJess Gersony (she\/her) is a queer poet and plant biologist investigating human-earth interactions. Her poetry has appeared in <em>The Sycamore Review<\/em> and <em>Off the Coast.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>All light of yesterday in this place is now hidden. It could be the ground &nbsp; heating my feet or it could have fled with the stream into some larger body. &nbsp; I wait for the moon, but for the trees the moon means only tides pulling &nbsp; something closer. Could all water have been [&#038;hellip<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":12639,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[415,414,149],"class_list":["post-12635","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry","tag-bow-river","tag-by-balachand","tag-wikicommons"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12635","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=12635"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12635\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12647,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12635\/revisions\/12647"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/12639"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=12635"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=12635"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=12635"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}