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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>Detroit to Los Angeles to San Francisco, and back to Detroit. Writer; Irresponsible linguist. Poet; apprehensive towards convention. Reverent of lineage. Teacher. Student. Backseat DJ. Passionate about tech. Passionate about people. Grammatically correct (ish). A dreamer. A builder. Storyteller.</description><title>Niles M. Heron</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @nilesheron)</generator><link>http://www.nilesheron.com/</link><item><title>Freewrite 5.20.13</title><description>No number of bells
ringing out or in
a church, or tower, 
or sleigh
will ever teach you
how to spell...</description><link>http://www.nilesheron.com/post/50953343242</link><guid>http://www.nilesheron.com/post/50953343242</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 May 2013 18:25:02 -0700</pubDate><category>niles heron</category><category>nmh</category><category>poetry</category></item><item><title>Haiku 5.19.13</title><description>She says she wants change;
to climb ladders and stairs and
catch trains to new homes.</description><link>http://www.nilesheron.com/post/50799727890</link><guid>http://www.nilesheron.com/post/50799727890</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 13:24:22 -0700</pubDate><category>nmh</category><category>poetry</category><category>haiku</category></item><item><title>Haiku 5.18.13</title><description>I only know how
To love the way that asks if
You&amp;#8217;re ready to drown.</description><link>http://www.nilesheron.com/post/50715576670</link><guid>http://www.nilesheron.com/post/50715576670</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 May 2013 01:20:47 -0700</pubDate><category>haiku</category><category>nmh</category><category>niles heron</category><category>poetry</category></item><item><title>Haiku 5.17.13</title><description>She could walk waters,
swim Everest, kite me moon&amp;#8230;

But she couldn&amp;#8217;t speak.</description><link>http://www.nilesheron.com/post/50659988965</link><guid>http://www.nilesheron.com/post/50659988965</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 May 2013 09:50:19 -0700</pubDate><category>niles heron</category><category>nmh</category><category>haiku</category><category>poetry</category><category>spilled ink</category></item><item><title>Freewrite. 5.16.13</title><description>as soon as we learned how to count
our pasts and hopes
beyond
the things our fingers could...</description><link>http://www.nilesheron.com/post/50622055120</link><guid>http://www.nilesheron.com/post/50622055120</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 19:05:16 -0700</pubDate><category>niles heron</category><category>nmh</category><category>poetry</category><category>spilled ink</category></item><item><title>"How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn’t pull the trigger?"</title><description>“How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn’t pull the...</description><link>http://www.nilesheron.com/post/50458902484</link><guid>http://www.nilesheron.com/post/50458902484</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 May 2013 17:34:50 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>Conversation Series #6</title><description>Me: what's all of this?
Her: I bought supplies.
Me: it looks like you're building a sun box; is an...</description><link>http://www.nilesheron.com/post/50458890812</link><guid>http://www.nilesheron.com/post/50458890812</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 May 2013 17:34:42 -0700</pubDate><category>niles heron</category><category>random</category><category>conversation series</category><category>poetry ish</category><category>nmh</category></item><item><title>5.13.13</title><description>She crossed and

stretched her arms and hands;

used a cashmere collar to

pull her curls into a...</description><link>http://www.nilesheron.com/post/50369697186</link><guid>http://www.nilesheron.com/post/50369697186</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 May 2013 14:53:00 -0700</pubDate><category>spilled ink</category><category>freewrite</category><category>poetry</category><category>niles heron</category></item><item><title>Mother's Day Haiku+2</title><description>I breathe, because
She did; long enough to know
That the air here was

Worth it.</description><link>http://www.nilesheron.com/post/50272993209</link><guid>http://www.nilesheron.com/post/50272993209</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 May 2013 10:52:37 -0700</pubDate><category>mothers day</category><category>nmh</category><category>haikuish</category><category>niles heron</category><category>poetry</category></item><item><title>Haiku 5.11.13</title><description>I know we just met,

but thank your mom for sewing

her earth with my smiles.</description><link>http://www.nilesheron.com/post/50232706080</link><guid>http://www.nilesheron.com/post/50232706080</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 May 2013 23:35:20 -0700</pubDate><category>nmh</category><category>nilea heron</category><category>haiku</category><category>poetry</category></item><item><title>5.10.13</title><description>Her dress hadn&amp;#8217;t seemed
that ready to loose itself
until it fell
off like it saw it&amp;#8217;s...</description><link>http://www.nilesheron.com/post/50109262240</link><guid>http://www.nilesheron.com/post/50109262240</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 May 2013 13:28:00 -0700</pubDate><category>niles heron</category><category>nmh</category><category>poetry</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>freewrite</category></item><item><title>Freewrite 5.9.13</title><description>My hands always shake
when I hold her 
up: 
like a map I&amp;#8217;m struggling and
hungry to read
under...</description><link>http://www.nilesheron.com/post/50030222043</link><guid>http://www.nilesheron.com/post/50030222043</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 May 2013 12:47:51 -0700</pubDate><category>niles heron</category><category>nmh</category><category>poetry</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>freewrite</category></item><item><title>5.8.13</title><description>Couldn&amp;#8217;t feel 
your &amp;#8216;far&amp;#8217; 

until a cell phone 
picture of &amp;#8216;close&amp;#8217; ...</description><link>http://www.nilesheron.com/post/49943296142</link><guid>http://www.nilesheron.com/post/49943296142</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 May 2013 10:27:55 -0700</pubDate><category>nmh</category><category>poetry</category><category>freewrite</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>niles heron</category></item><item><title>5.7.13</title><description>Tomorrow: 
wake; laughuncontrollably 

a...</description><link>http://www.nilesheron.com/post/49879991912</link><guid>http://www.nilesheron.com/post/49879991912</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 May 2013 14:23:00 -0700</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>niles heron</category><category>nmh</category><category>freewrite</category></item><item><title>"You know what, though? Coffee."</title><description>“You know what, though? Coffee.” - (c) God on the morning, and again on the afternoon of...</description><link>http://www.nilesheron.com/post/49869600501</link><guid>http://www.nilesheron.com/post/49869600501</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 May 2013 11:59:19 -0700</pubDate><category>niles heron</category><category>nmh</category><category>Poetry</category><category>in a cup</category></item><item><title>Your poems are super dope. I hat yet to read one I don't like. You have a gift. Continue to give the world your writing. We need it.</title><description>Thank you. So much. I don’t know that I’ll ever get tired of feeling connected to...</description><link>http://www.nilesheron.com/post/49797215682</link><guid>http://www.nilesheron.com/post/49797215682</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 May 2013 13:47:01 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>Haiku 5.6.13</title><description>My soul learnt stirred from
times I stole dreams from catchers
just to kiss you in.</description><link>http://www.nilesheron.com/post/49791196998</link><guid>http://www.nilesheron.com/post/49791196998</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 May 2013 12:25:00 -0700</pubDate><category>Poetry</category><category>Haiku</category><category>Niles Heron</category><category>NMH</category><category>spilled ink</category></item><item><title> 5.6.13</title><description>She got lost at the corner;

that place where his dimples broke open

and formed a delta;

mouth of...</description><link>http://www.nilesheron.com/post/49785690601</link><guid>http://www.nilesheron.com/post/49785690601</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 May 2013 10:53:36 -0700</pubDate><category>niles heron</category><category>freewrite</category><category>poetry</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>nmh</category></item><item><title>Believe in your climb -- Freewrite 5.3.13</title><description>Molehills feel like mountains 

to men who have invested their lives 

living from the waist...</description><link>http://www.nilesheron.com/post/49531272459</link><guid>http://www.nilesheron.com/post/49531272459</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 May 2013 12:56:01 -0700</pubDate><category>nmh</category><category>niles heron</category><category>poetry</category><category>spilled ink</category></item><item><title>Freewrite 5.3.13</title><description>The closest thing to happy 

this young life has learnt 

was when she handed me a palette 

full of...</description><link>http://www.nilesheron.com/post/49492683580</link><guid>http://www.nilesheron.com/post/49492683580</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 May 2013 21:37:27 -0700</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>nmh</category><category>freewrite</category></item></channel></rss>
