<?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>http://direct.ecency.com</link><image><url>http://direct.ecency.com/logo512.png</url><title>RSS Feed</title><link>http://direct.ecency.com</link></image><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2026 04:53:12 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="http://direct.ecency.com/@jwbowers/rss" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Worry - A Poem]]></title><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@jwbowers/worry-a-poem-d7eb6ffef822d</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@jwbowers/worry-a-poem-d7eb6ffef822d</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[jwbowers]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 05 May 2018 22:45:12 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/o1AJ9qDyyJNSpZWhUgGYc3MngFqoAMe3BmfFPLEikNTfjnFPC?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Numb - A Poem]]></title><description><![CDATA[I feel again! What do I feel? I feel like ice has been pressed against my entire body, And my blood is now slush I feel like my nerves have been burnt away, And I am just walking ash I feel eternally tried,]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poem/@jwbowers/numb-a-poem</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poem/@jwbowers/numb-a-poem</guid><category><![CDATA[poem]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[jwbowers]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 27 Apr 2018 21:00:06 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Tomb Called Washington - Poem]]></title><description><![CDATA[Old dead men run our country From a tomb called Washington They try to convince us all That we are very much like them "Let greed run your lives" They say "Success is weighed in Gold Continue]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@jwbowers/tomb-called-washington-poem</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@jwbowers/tomb-called-washington-poem</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[jwbowers]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 24 Apr 2018 20:05:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Ignorance]]></title><description><![CDATA[Ignorance; like burning flesh Become ignorant to the pain the nerves are charred like a piece of steak never again to graze Like cud we swallow what the butchers say Unrealizing we're penned and twice]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@jwbowers/ignorance</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@jwbowers/ignorance</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[jwbowers]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 23 Apr 2018 18:33:36 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Mushroom Effect]]></title><description><![CDATA[A dancing cloud of irradiated orange Shoots into the sky A convulsion shakes the Earth And a million hapless souls cry In an instant I am completely cooked No skin, or meat left for dinner I let out a]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@jwbowers/the-mushroom-effect</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@jwbowers/the-mushroom-effect</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[jwbowers]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 22 Apr 2018 20:38:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Red or Blue?]]></title><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@jwbowers/red-or-blue</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@jwbowers/red-or-blue</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[jwbowers]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 21 Apr 2018 19:36:27 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/3jpR3paJ37V8t3d5gG8YxUrFtTrvhgCDjjN8jFs75PW1i62kHMPbJ81hzhh9ok9KLWoSdaRyRykHs7A8wvBANvvSdeXwfpEdz85ZXSNzLPMtNzPpMYRGYtPkdPzYxd5Ri1E5U?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item></channel></rss>