<?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[Sarah Neese]]></title><description><![CDATA[Sarah Neese]]></description><link>https://sarahneese.wixsite.com/sarahneese/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2026 09:39:04 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://sarahneese.wixsite.com/sarahneese/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Spoons]]></title><description><![CDATA[I’ve never had enough spoons. 



To dig my way out of any deficit or even to fill a glass half full.

To ferry the mystic medicinal magic of chicken soup for the battered soul. ]]></description><link>https://sarahneese.wixsite.com/sarahneese/post/spoons</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68479346e0f98f52e2a0b850</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Tue, 10 Jun 2025 02:09:46 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>sarahneese</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Meat Cute]]></title><description><![CDATA[If you could have one skill, what would it be? 



I’d make someone fall in love.



A Midas touch alchemized into Cupid’s arrow

destined for somewhere just north of bare minimum.]]></description><link>https://sarahneese.wixsite.com/sarahneese/post/meat-cute</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68478b503f9d19c9670f4e13</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Tue, 10 Jun 2025 02:06:17 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>sarahneese</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Clean Bill of Hell]]></title><description><![CDATA[I wish my psychiatrist approached my functional insanity like a priest performing gurney-side triage.]]></description><link>https://sarahneese.wixsite.com/sarahneese/post/clean-bill-of-hell</link><guid isPermaLink="false">684790b2e0f98f52e2a0afe7</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Tue, 10 Jun 2025 02:00:45 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>sarahneese</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Hidden in Plain Sight]]></title><description><![CDATA[As the First Lady, I harbored many secrets, though none to do with national security. ]]></description><link>https://sarahneese.wixsite.com/sarahneese/post/hidden-in-plain-sight</link><guid isPermaLink="false">684653b114f5ed1121835243</guid><category><![CDATA[Short Stories]]></category><pubDate>Mon, 09 Jun 2025 04:21:34 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>sarahneese</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Bitten Bullet]]></title><description><![CDATA[Prompt: You have just swallowed your pride and done something you didn’t want to do. Your friend wants to know why.]]></description><link>https://sarahneese.wixsite.com/sarahneese/post/the-bitten-bullet</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68450c690dba6b78c4b61d36</guid><category><![CDATA[Short Stories]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 08 Jun 2025 04:57:07 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>sarahneese</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Teacup Coup]]></title><description><![CDATA[Prompt: Write a Short Story that is Set in Argentina in 1932 in which a Teacup Plays a Crucial Role]]></description><link>https://sarahneese.wixsite.com/sarahneese/post/teacup-coup</link><guid isPermaLink="false">684500cf09b196a7b5d42a22</guid><category><![CDATA[Short Stories]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 08 Jun 2025 04:05:09 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>sarahneese</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>