<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rdf:RDF xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#"><channel rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/BlogRss.aspx/WolfWriter"><title>WolfQuill Poetry - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WolfWriter/</link><description>This will be my den where I will post my poetry and other items.  I also offer a service where I proofread, edit and help writer's for a fair fee.  Have been a poet since childhood and now at 70 years-old, I want to share what I have learned.  You can google me to find other sites where my work is posted.  I just won June Poet of the Month at The Poetic Bandits on allpoetry.com.  This is just one of my accomplishments.  I have been widely published in print.</description><sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase>2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WolfWriter/875772" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WolfWriter/875771" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WolfWriter/875770" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WolfWriter/875769" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WolfWriter/875772"><title>I am the Wolf</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WolfWriter/875772</link><description>Sometimes in the darkest hour of night. before the sky shows any revealing light... I call to the Wolf of my spirit, bid him come, that I might hear His brave heart thrum. Then I close my eyes and reach out longingly... then that magnificent creature is ME. No man’s fists will assail me now and...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WolfWriter/875771"><title>Cleanse the Earth</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WolfWriter/875771</link><description>There is nothing that to this world I would add... but with the power to destroy I would rise up to rid this earth of housing tracts that voraciously eat the earth...chewing up all open space. Squatting there, rotting, no pride of ownership. And those low income housing high rises, where curl the...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WolfWriter/875770"><title>What Lies Beneath</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WolfWriter/875770</link><description>Flowers of spring have begun to bloom. Bright spots of color in Winter’s gloom. In Winter’s gloom do flowers bloom. And what feeds their questing roots? What lies below these winter snows, where a beautiful flower grows? A terrible secret from summer’ days does hide where no human knows. On an...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WolfWriter/875769"><title>Writers</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WolfWriter/875769</link><description>4) "Amateurs sit and wait for inspiration;the rest of us just get up and work." -- Stephen King So many elitists in a beret, sitting in cafes waiting for a bit of inspiration that may sometime waft their way. Pretensions and illusions call taking a toll on production. Lines scratched out, paper...</description></item></rdf:RDF>