<?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[My Site 1]]></title><description><![CDATA[My Site 1]]></description><link>https://uhsliterarymagazin.wixsite.com/my-site-1/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Tue, 30 Jun 2026 10:10:56 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://uhsliterarymagazin.wixsite.com/my-site-1/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Fluttering Feeling ]]></title><description><![CDATA[| by Adara Marie Shrestha I once believed that I had really found peace. The stench of green tea Without caffeine And snow on the stairs....]]></description><link>https://uhsliterarymagazin.wixsite.com/my-site-1/post/fluttering-feeling</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6514d57b85ad6fab3a873ab7</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Sat, 30 Sep 2023 17:38:09 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/54e75c_4babc7141c314acaa05eb575d7726f47~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_628,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Adara Marie Shrestha</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Recognition]]></title><description><![CDATA[| by Grace Stevens Am I pulling away from the world? Not in a way of death and dying Not in a way that I’m leaving or going anywhere But...]]></description><link>https://uhsliterarymagazin.wixsite.com/my-site-1/post/recognition</link><guid isPermaLink="false">645d50c3b70dffa3512e4de9</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Fri, 14 Apr 2023 07:00:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/54e75c_0611b0b1946c446b9505fc8a9bb83f83~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Grace Stevens</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Warmth]]></title><description><![CDATA[| by Grace Stevens Sitting here in the warmth of my room I watch the rain fall outside my window The violent dance the drops each take...]]></description><link>https://uhsliterarymagazin.wixsite.com/my-site-1/post/warmth</link><guid isPermaLink="false">645d4f0c7f3e72b657d3a1f0</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Mon, 10 Apr 2023 07:00:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/54e75c_9e7a7f56f1ed4136b80868f59d8a6fb6~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Grace Stevens</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Les Cauchemars]]></title><description><![CDATA[| by Adara Marie Shrestha Il faut avoir des cauchemars pour être en paix avec soi même J’ai rêvé tant de fois de la chance, si j'étais...]]></description><link>https://uhsliterarymagazin.wixsite.com/my-site-1/post/les-cauchemars</link><guid isPermaLink="false">63f92ec0671e70bc902401c4</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Sat, 18 Feb 2023 08:00:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/54e75c_f2ddf3b7769047368d7b88309d9a51fa~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Adara Marie Shrestha</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Considering Light Changes ]]></title><description><![CDATA[| by Halle Ewing When I consider how my light is spent your pink window alight against ink black sky, us, overtly delighted, all things...]]></description><link>https://uhsliterarymagazin.wixsite.com/my-site-1/post/considering-light-changes</link><guid isPermaLink="false">63f92cd5aa7faff7ea45162c</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Thu, 16 Feb 2023 08:00:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/54e75c_b18f357fad32479c861b407a380e1b69~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Halle Ewing</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[To a Language]]></title><description><![CDATA[| by Adara Marie Shrestha I abandoned you like a child on the friendship bench The playground was a jungle of other intelligence Kids...]]></description><link>https://uhsliterarymagazin.wixsite.com/my-site-1/post/to-a-language</link><guid isPermaLink="false">63bfaea42fccae5e92cfffd4</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Thu, 12 Jan 2023 07:05:18 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/11062b_161218b34ad54c76bee91294f8ac2430~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Adara Marie Shrestha</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[To live in the shadow of a doubt]]></title><description><![CDATA[| by Adara Marie Shrestha To live in the shadow of a doubt The one she looks at when her pencil has fallen to the ground Her biggest fan,...]]></description><link>https://uhsliterarymagazin.wixsite.com/my-site-1/post/to-live-in-the-shadow-of-a-doubt</link><guid isPermaLink="false">63537c9b77feeccd44a03b23</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Fri, 21 Oct 2022 07:00:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/11062b_1228292a9e914d64ac80d6badcc9d8c3~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Adara Marie Shrestha</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Teach Me How to Accept a Tear in a Page]]></title><description><![CDATA[| by Adara Marie Shrestha Teach me how to accept a tear in a page. Do I rip it out completely ? No soil or water will grow it back Into...]]></description><link>https://uhsliterarymagazin.wixsite.com/my-site-1/post/untitled</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6334a8197f54062c53cc94e7</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Wed, 28 Sep 2022 20:06:32 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/54e75c_3fbb6a20d9fa45e5b41496e708c78962~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Adara Marie Shrestha</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Voices of Time]]></title><description><![CDATA[| by Anonymous There was an abandoned town where the grass was green, where the sky was blue, and no one ever saw. There was an abandoned...]]></description><link>https://uhsliterarymagazin.wixsite.com/my-site-1/post/the-voices-of-time</link><guid isPermaLink="false">632d2c4336481c179787394d</guid><category><![CDATA[Flash Fiction]]></category><pubDate>Wed, 21 Sep 2022 07:00:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/54e75c_2bb40057611d41edb75115aaaea2c99d~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Anonymous</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Moonrise]]></title><description><![CDATA[| A. H. indeed how they would adore, when the clouds cleared and the moon arose. the smog thinning &#38; the pure white shining light. the...]]></description><link>https://uhsliterarymagazin.wixsite.com/my-site-1/post/moonrise</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6298efaea0b32b0c3e83481f</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Sat, 04 Jun 2022 03:00:02 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/54e75c_b45343afa506413ea93f32aab7e348c2~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>A. H.</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[they tilted your world until it fell]]></title><description><![CDATA[| by Vivian Huang the drowning cigarette sits pretty curled in under your tongue, singes your raw flesh until it bleeds, bleeds rust,...]]></description><link>https://uhsliterarymagazin.wixsite.com/my-site-1/post/they-tilted-your-world-until-it-fell</link><guid isPermaLink="false">628aaadf606c3dcbc8a9afda</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Mon, 23 May 2022 19:00:06 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/nsplsh_4839386a425541436d3134~mv2_d_3000_2000_s_2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Vivian Huang</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Person A and Person B]]></title><description><![CDATA[| by Talia Nguyen Gravity is commonly known to most as what makes apples fall on Newton’s head at a rate of 9. 8 m/s². It’s what makes...]]></description><link>https://uhsliterarymagazin.wixsite.com/my-site-1/post/person-a-and-person-b</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6272c6d4fda22f64d2bc9923</guid><category><![CDATA[Memoir & Personal Essay]]></category><pubDate>Fri, 06 May 2022 17:00:08 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/nsplsh_eeee32e93bda4720a237729bdf7972b5~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Talia Nguyen</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Side Character Exposition.]]></title><description><![CDATA[| By Kyle Futaba He is the type of person to walk around a rock garden rather than take the pathway through it. 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Between the Allies and the Axis...]]></description><link>https://uhsliterarymagazin.wixsite.com/my-site-1/post/a-high-schooler-s-experience</link><guid isPermaLink="false">626da8ff0217a51762ba0223</guid><category><![CDATA[Flash Fiction]]></category><pubDate>Sat, 30 Apr 2022 07:00:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/nsplsh_a37059f6920e481aad6f363ca7e2870e~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Kyle Futaba</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Martyr]]></title><description><![CDATA[| by Val Jotenheim I circled him, akin to that of starving wolves to their own packs, He circled me, a dance of the crestfallen. 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We wait on the steps, drawing symbols in the dirt and...]]></description><link>https://uhsliterarymagazin.wixsite.com/my-site-1/post/one-summer</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6245e14ac5df827071b99b35</guid><category><![CDATA[Flash Fiction]]></category><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2022 17:26:50 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/nsplsh_3244482d714d58364d3445~mv2_d_5760_3840_s_4_2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Sydney Gaw</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Tarnished Memories]]></title><description><![CDATA[| by Sam Ruehs I felt it coming, like how a sea captain can sense a storm brewing on the horizon. The subtle aches in my lungs, ever so...]]></description><link>https://uhsliterarymagazin.wixsite.com/my-site-1/post/tarnished-memories</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6244b5bbf2fc8a66026c6c54</guid><category><![CDATA[Flash Fiction]]></category><pubDate>Wed, 30 Mar 2022 20:00:34 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/nsplsh_787857553736414c514538~mv2_d_4896_3264_s_4_2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Sam Ruehs</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Oh Sweet Confusion]]></title><description><![CDATA[| by Grace Stevens Oh sweet confusion Back to the cold pavement Riddled with sunny days Eyes up yet just barely closed Trapped in a box...]]></description><link>https://uhsliterarymagazin.wixsite.com/my-site-1/post/oh-sweet-confusion</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6243f74e9cb6c16959461988</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Wed, 30 Mar 2022 15:59:24 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/54e75c_978963ae96fb497b857ef7fd08ff65b1~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_275,h_183,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Grace Stevens</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>