<?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[Emily Croharé]]></title><description><![CDATA[Emily Croharé]]></description><link>https://www.emilycrohare.com/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Tue, 14 Apr 2026 02:14:06 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.emilycrohare.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Reflections]]></title><description><![CDATA[I wonder if I could hold my head high to my sorrow, as I do to the rain. Like cool droplets of rain flicking onto my neck, sweet memories of her are allowed into the tender places. Allowing the raindrops. Allowing the memories. the sweetness. 					    the longing.  We think it will be too much, so we bow our heads, feet clinking along like dominos, uniform, in pattern, routine. No thought is needed, no intention. It’s easier that way, right? The faster we can get from voluminous canopy to...]]></description><link>https://www.emilycrohare.com/post/reflections</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69d86b50a51db32c14c45b10</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2026 03:22:25 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9ad973_2669959c10a741448adf9e8df6d5edc7~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Emily Croharé</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[.]]></title><description><![CDATA[When I look up, I think of you. Especially when the clouds are gold-tipped, the stars are dancing, and the universe is humming.]]></description><link>https://www.emilycrohare.com/post/134d2139</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69d860bfc55f668b5308a5d6</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2026 02:30:59 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9ad973_f419f9fff3734ae698b6444c506823fc~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Emily Croharé</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Zoom - 10d - Index]]></title><description><![CDATA[Sprung from the ground, quickly into discomfort. I force myself through via instinct (and a ticking clock) Now I am alone - and thoughts flow by as I choose different sides of holding you. Dangling faint brass jewelry, effortlessly, like childhood it is gone. To leave what I hold is to shed being held. I rise like unknown mist. With the sun peaking out, one last time, I am enveloped again and quickly lost. Matt Pinheiro]]></description><link>https://www.emilycrohare.com/post/zoom-10d-index</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69d85df54e4fe2e3f72bb20e</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2026 02:24:53 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9ad973_76a0f2d07af14ef4b25358edd20a9f38~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Matt Pinheiro</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[A Dragon Awakes]]></title><description><![CDATA[The rare sun begins to set All it’s glory beaming on our faces Delighted with our day One wrong step, a dragon awakes. My mind races You’re flung through space and pinned in place The possibilities are endless, I’m here for you, you know this With eight lives left we ride away A gift to get to hold you today. Elias Goutos Art by Maya Goody]]></description><link>https://www.emilycrohare.com/post/a-dragon-awakes</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69d85b700b7119100d027511</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2026 02:14:38 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9ad973_9703c222174b47d293eacf3c3cd44520~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Elias Goutos</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>