<?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[Poetry Rodent]]></title><description><![CDATA[Poetry Rodent]]></description><link>https://izzykkramer.wixsite.com/poetry-rodent/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Thu, 09 Jul 2026 13:21:46 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://izzykkramer.wixsite.com/poetry-rodent/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[I Live Alone Now]]></title><description><![CDATA[It is eager in the dark and it craves love It comes alive at night like me I feed it because I want it to thrive I need it to keep me...]]></description><link>https://izzykkramer.wixsite.com/poetry-rodent/post/i-live-alone-now</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6599c1f5544a08430da44caf</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Jan 2024 21:11:27 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/eb4ecf_bbc2b76a777e4c5e8113ee45bec61c07~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_720,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Isabel Kramer</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Hunger]]></title><description><![CDATA[It is hard to describe the void to someone unfamiliar The craven yearning that gnaws at my heart and keeps me up at night Dogged by the...]]></description><link>https://izzykkramer.wixsite.com/poetry-rodent/post/hunger</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6599c19ea5d06c046e58ea4b</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Jan 2024 21:10:31 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/eb4ecf_5adbbf21a77d4125ad383075de74bab2~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Isabel Kramer</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Kindred]]></title><description><![CDATA[You are what I want But you leave me to rot and wither Overripe fruit on the vine Legs on top of legs My hand dwarfed by yours Mouth full...]]></description><link>https://izzykkramer.wixsite.com/poetry-rodent/post/kindred</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6599c1497e8d0ac188d4f299</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Jan 2024 21:09:02 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/eb4ecf_c80d6d0fe5dc4709baebac822ad17189~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Isabel Kramer</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Victory]]></title><description><![CDATA[Your world is all that matters You are God in your mind You will always be rooted to who you are Which is itself a victory You are not...]]></description><link>https://izzykkramer.wixsite.com/poetry-rodent/post/victory</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6599c0e27ab9cb15a5be01c6</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Jan 2024 21:07:42 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/eb4ecf_df694bf1199843cc89b2e65929a0e306~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Isabel Kramer</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Pattern]]></title><description><![CDATA[I’ll wash my clothes by hand Maybe I’ll live outside Vision blurring I’ll keep chasing the good feeling I’m not sure when I’ll learn I...]]></description><link>https://izzykkramer.wixsite.com/poetry-rodent/post/pattern</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6599c0afae86a0ab8fd69961</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Jan 2024 21:06:06 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/eb4ecf_20cc81b475ed4b7bb34ca3af4b8dd3b1~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Isabel Kramer</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[July]]></title><description><![CDATA[The animal nature of your body You're worth less than nothing The scent of failure Dreams and visions wasted And you're trashed again...]]></description><link>https://izzykkramer.wixsite.com/poetry-rodent/post/_july</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6599c07ac03a1a3ba5698470</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Jan 2024 21:05:10 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/eb4ecf_73f0038bf621430bad0f3cd25834c1f6~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Isabel Kramer</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Copycat]]></title><description><![CDATA[Why is the soul of a child inside my body? My hands stopped growing then Preserved like amber Tiny furniture fragile doll In the shape of...]]></description><link>https://izzykkramer.wixsite.com/poetry-rodent/post/copycat</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6599c028dddb6a70c91d83c1</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Jan 2024 21:03:51 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/eb4ecf_88c76709756147d3b9ac90526ad0fbbf~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Isabel Kramer</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>