{"id":91,"date":"2019-12-15T15:15:04","date_gmt":"2019-12-15T15:15:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lonnmore.net\/sleet\/?page_id=91"},"modified":"2019-12-21T16:12:49","modified_gmt":"2019-12-21T16:12:49","slug":"newson-v11n2","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/sleetmagazine.com\/archives\/v11_2\/home\/issue\/newson-v11n2\/","title":{"rendered":"John Newson"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>\n<strong>The\nMan Who Dressed Up as a Boy<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\nHis\nchildhood was an ordinary chaos,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\nlike\nblood on a carpet. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\nHis\nparents used to have one of those rugs \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\nthat\nwere designed to be imperfect;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\nsomewhere\nthe symmetry would break<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\nbecause\nonly God can create perfection. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\nHe\nfelt a lot like that rug.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\nHis\nmemories of that time are a scattering<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\nof\nglass shards. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\nThere\nwas the time he climbed duffle-coated and wellingtonned \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\ninto\nhis father&#8217;s hospital bed after the heart attack \u2013<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\nclearer,\nthough, is the spectrum of a bruise, the crack \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\nof\nthe nearside wing mirror<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\nas\nthe car drunk-swerved into another,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\nthe\nblustering gambit of divorce. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\nHe\ngrew bigger, he understood<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\nthat\na blessing can also be a millstone, \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\nhe\nlearnt to play chess, \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\nhe\nbought one of those rugs. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"bio\">John Newson has a wide variety of interests, ranging  from architecture to zoology, and a corresponding inability to focus on  any single task. His writing is an attempt to achieve such focus. He  lives in Wiltshire where he enjoys spending time in the countryside with  his wife and two children. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"bio\">John has work published with <em>Allegro Poetry, Avatar Review, Obsessed With Pipework, The Lyric, The Moth <\/em>and others.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Man Who Dressed Up as a Boy His childhood was an ordinary chaos, like blood on a carpet. His parents used to have one of those rugs that were designed to be imperfect; somewhere the symmetry would break because only God can create perfection. He felt a lot like that rug. His memories of &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"https:\/\/sleetmagazine.com\/archives\/v11_2\/home\/issue\/newson-v11n2\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;John Newson&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":135,"menu_order":5,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sleetmagazine.com\/archives\/v11_2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/91"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sleetmagazine.com\/archives\/v11_2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sleetmagazine.com\/archives\/v11_2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sleetmagazine.com\/archives\/v11_2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sleetmagazine.com\/archives\/v11_2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=91"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/sleetmagazine.com\/archives\/v11_2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/91\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":177,"href":"https:\/\/sleetmagazine.com\/archives\/v11_2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/91\/revisions\/177"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sleetmagazine.com\/archives\/v11_2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/135"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sleetmagazine.com\/archives\/v11_2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=91"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}