<?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>Tue, 21 Apr 2026 23:33:33 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="http://direct.ecency.com/created/venniekocsis/rss.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Going Dormant Here ]]></title><description><![CDATA[Going dormant here until an ability to delete and change my posts, have some privacy and anonymity to my work, is developed. Find me at my website: VennieKocsis.com]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/venniekocsis/@centarficus/going-dormant-here</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/venniekocsis/@centarficus/going-dormant-here</guid><category><![CDATA[venniekocsis]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[centarficus]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 02 Jul 2023 23:12:06 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Roses and Alabaster]]></title><description><![CDATA[portrait by me Stuck. That’s what they say. They’re stuck in The muck of yesterday, And I am familiar With the frozen moment. It’s an exhausted exhale Where the knees bend, And we pretend we’ve Got this,]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poem/@centarficus/roses-and-alabaster</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poem/@centarficus/roses-and-alabaster</guid><category><![CDATA[poem]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[centarficus]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2023 02:35:06 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/3W72119s5BjW4PvRk9nXBzqrPWMsMTjNrXDPFFf11hgPCWusbSA63sc8bwnKryFD6C3FmhuY7eC44eZ9XgxMunqdFeKgdZXa4P86FuN11mWmpvrJMD3myx?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Circles of My Own Love]]></title><description><![CDATA[*ai: self portrait - Wonder * Circles of My Own Love I said he was the man you love to hate. I was young, shattered and feigning whole. That was the day I became fodder For relations that killed me harder.]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/hive-134134/@centarficus/circles-of-my-own-love</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/hive-134134/@centarficus/circles-of-my-own-love</guid><category><![CDATA[hive-134134]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[centarficus]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 01 Feb 2023 03:15:21 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/3W72119s5BjW4PvRk9nXBzqrPWMsMTjNrXDPFFf11LPfhz55bciLTgNtMKhGLPtF4asK1d2FgjbEYhmW9ALJ315EV4kaCA9kWKemmNtCehwQfN9PyWjhbt?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item></channel></rss>