<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[RSS Feed]]></title><description><![CDATA[RSS Feed]]></description><link>https://ecency.com</link><image><url>https://ecency.com/logo512.png</url><title>RSS Feed</title><link>https://ecency.com</link></image><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Wed, 27 May 2026 13:11:30 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://ecency.com/@vicnic/rss" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[With Love from Mother to Son <3]]></title><description><![CDATA[I finally found this poem I wrote years ago to my young son; he couldn't have been more than 3 years old at the time of my writing it. He's now almost a man (well, he's turning 18 soon ;) and I couldn't]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/poetry/@vicnic/with-love-from-mother-to-son-3</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/poetry/@vicnic/with-love-from-mother-to-son-3</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[vicnic]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 20 Jun 2018 02:03:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://i.ecency.com/p/RGgukq5E6HBM2jscGd4Sszpv94XxHH2uqxMY9z21vaqHt53k3gZH2v92cSHJZ9oDTbTVCcvADppGQYM6bVrofgtMRZ8rT7cpssTsnqoK5D5kCpNg9Jf9LoHi5WJ43Xk?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Lost & Found]]></title><description><![CDATA[In Maastricht I found myself last spring, walking the streets of Maastricht past crumbling city walls and churches-turned-nightclubs, on cobblestone, menacing crags to my thin boot heels not made for touring]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/poetry/@vicnic/i-found-myself</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/poetry/@vicnic/i-found-myself</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[vicnic]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 28 Feb 2018 13:01:33 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://i.ecency.com/p/qjrE4yyfw5pQYiuVvgYiUBP16WHGGN7UNn1BCdGe7ZJ5KK5i84G4agUWf649ALsxjzeBgrU3r6g8jEwqZwqHmLy7fZNhDbcNqaW8qsyrAcLi9nPVaMcHrCNJ?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Population Control, a poem]]></title><description><![CDATA[Population Control North on Hwy 101 past the bustle of L.A., and Buellton’s famous pea soup, the small sign reads “Morro Bay, Population 10,000.” My past tugs and pulls me here. I drive to the beach, our]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/poetry/@vicnic/population-control-a-poem</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/poetry/@vicnic/population-control-a-poem</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[vicnic]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 15 Sep 2017 01:02:54 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://i.ecency.com/p/2dk2RRM2dZ8gbkvz1yNBypLpwUHBnasMpK1zSCzdDPKLUjxGwUGbGnxksKjFjpkz68okmBW25oruKnLLc1EQ4TR5AvqMHoY8QPkWV11fz7mBA2zZJcv5aVNs6bbJJxNVwdSVUHVweFHdsXD2q4GuohaqNfMtXUb29Nkzy1d534?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Love is a Gamble - poetry]]></title><description><![CDATA[photo credit: Tuesday Morning On Tuesday morning I wait for his call and wait for the game to begin again with his tender voice, his velvety charm, fattening the pot, raising the stakes. I wait with my]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/poetry/@vicnic/love-is-a-gamble-poetry</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/poetry/@vicnic/love-is-a-gamble-poetry</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[vicnic]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 26 Aug 2017 00:29:57 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://i.ecency.com/p/4HFqJv9qRjVfB3SVhz5TaiuFFziWnzuKbKDTunZrrfcCau4SA6EAUcgo9YwKMB8bkWh2sJ8woaoVgcQgafxSsCLYqZheptsMM59rT6WZCV5AnqzvTznVJSufk8ofo42HrnjuTj9swsJKR4MjscH5hwka9VXpWet2ZWW?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Waking Dream]]></title><description><![CDATA[In my early morning’s waking dream, I found myself with my husband and son, driving together along a formless mountain pass of leaves and rocks, too close to the high cliffs’ uncertain edge. Like the fragility]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/poetry/@vicnic/waking-dream</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/poetry/@vicnic/waking-dream</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[vicnic]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 25 Aug 2017 00:14:51 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://i.ecency.com/p/2gsjgna1uruvUuS7ndh9YqVwYGPLVszbFLwwpAYXZBPutq7mAZGtAuPyE4oTTbq4RyFqoYFocZefJrgLCt9Cwj3bbSJcAKGpg1f7g4X7eduFQeSsFU?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item></channel></rss>