<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905163255834734411</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 18 Jun 2016 18:02:45 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Photo</category><category>friends</category><category>Poetry</category><category>gifts</category><category>Charlie wisdom</category><category>Flash 55</category><category>Home</category><category>Leaving</category><category>Nature</category><category>Observation</category><category>goodies</category><category>holidays</category><category>new seasons</category><category>writing</category><title>                              TALON</title><description>...barely scratching the surface</description><link>http://talonted.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (TALON)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905163255834734411.post-2820243231065221524</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Oct 2015 16:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-10-22T12:48:09.548-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">gifts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Home</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Leaving</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Photo</category><title>Leaving home...</title><atom:summary type="text">This blog has been like home to me for the last seven and a half years. And leaving home is never easy, but with time constraints it has become a home festooned with cobwebs and ghosts (which might be appropriate for the Hallowe&#39;en season, but doesn&#39;t lend itself to a place anyone wants to linger).




Between work and writing, there aren&#39;t enough hours in the day and I know it&#39;s time to close </atom:summary><link>http://talonted.blogspot.com/2015/10/leaving-home.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (TALON)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C6jAUQitft8/VikKL48J_dI/AAAAAAAAIcE/-_BTh6FRjUc/s72-c/In%2Bthe%2Bcornfield.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905163255834734411.post-3061507900036811673</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Apr 2015 15:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-04-01T11:55:41.204-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">new seasons</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Photo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetry</category><title>A Ruse</title><atom:summary type="text">


It cannot
be April! How did that happen? Time flies—whether or not
you’re having fun. I hope all is well with everyone and that 2015 is being kind and gentle. I’ve finally recovered from a nasty flu that seemed at
times to have taken up permanent residence. I had planned on being back much sooner, but I&#39;m here now and I look forward to catching up with
you all.

 </atom:summary><link>http://talonted.blogspot.com/2015/04/a-ruse.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (TALON)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f2w3Nzso7E0/VRwSZRRnnxI/AAAAAAAAIa0/_dQ__FaGiOs/s72-c/kite.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>28</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905163255834734411.post-2973944519963844889</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Dec 2014 16:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-12-07T11:36:22.919-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">gifts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">goodies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">holidays</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Nature</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Observation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Photo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetry</category><title>Murmurs</title><atom:summary type="text">
Tucked
within the season is a calm



a whisper
of flakes brushing chill panes

in pallid
light on snowy afternoons



a settling …
a sigh of memory ...



a duvet of
snow-feathers

to snuggle
neath frosted stars

and
December&#39;s Long Nights moon




kt © 2014










I want to wish all my blogging friends and their families

 peace, love, joy and laughter for the upcoming holiday season. 

</atom:summary><link>http://talonted.blogspot.com/2014/12/murmurs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (TALON)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p2HVcok6NDc/VIR_WqPSpHI/AAAAAAAAIWM/qOdVzkLYF8w/s72-c/mother%2Bnature&#39;s%2Bholiday%2Bornament.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>39</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905163255834734411.post-7395478601066694018</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Nov 2014 16:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-11-30T11:18:50.356-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Photo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">writing</category><title>Slip-Slow</title><atom:summary type="text">
It is not
grief wearing you down

but the
spoils of war

for even
victors

have
illusions shattered

by careless
hearts



and in the
dark recesses

of a
troubled mind

questions
have no answers

but nibble
like mice

at spilled
remains



and I could
not lift you

high enough

for wisdom
to reign upon you

nor should
I



It is not
grief wearing you down

but the
spoils of war

hollow
notes of </atom:summary><link>http://talonted.blogspot.com/2014/11/slip-slow.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (TALON)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WFvb7Ms_V98/VHs_Fmoup-I/AAAAAAAAIVI/-eiQx0ugF0g/s72-c/foggy%2Bmorn.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>27</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905163255834734411.post-4677032398084988065</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Mar 2014 01:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-03-27T21:10:44.831-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Charlie wisdom</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Flash 55</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">gifts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Photo</category><title>The Finality of Fifty-Five</title><atom:summary type="text">
I remember writing
my first 55. How could I possibly write anything of weight in so few words? An
idea, whittled down...remove nonessential words. Work to find the kernel of
truth tucked inside the fiction. Truth tucked inside this 55—I love editing. I hate goodbyes.




All that&#39;s
left to say is thank you, Galen.



______________________________









And as Charlie reminds me, you have to </atom:summary><link>http://talonted.blogspot.com/2014/03/the-finality-of-fifty-five.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (TALON)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ixuzgD_VSME/UzTKfjmLwhI/AAAAAAAAH90/OgL46yg63gg/s72-c/The+Charlie+Shake.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>33</thr:total></item></channel></rss>