<?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[For All Those Lost Poppies]]></title><description><![CDATA[For All Those Lost Poppies]]></description><link>https://thomasrobertquin.wixsite.com/lostpoppies/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Wed, 27 May 2026 22:01:32 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.tomquin.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Hopping The Turnstile]]></title><description><![CDATA[sheet metal bent backwards like contortionists in the circus trade the third avenue subway tricks my feet into floating tunnelling under...]]></description><link>https://www.tomquin.com/post/hopping-the-turnstile</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6855cddfc53eff7e329254f1</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Jun 2025 21:11:03 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/1d3b06_bbc00c4fdc49475a8772d9beba34c1c7~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_849,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Thomas Quin</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[pottery class]]></title><description><![CDATA[like clay might hang when suspended by your ire sliced by two wires the wooden handle returns to the same place after you've cut through me]]></description><link>https://www.tomquin.com/post/pottery-class</link><guid isPermaLink="false">683ba31efcb48d92d08414c6</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Jun 2025 00:49:27 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/1d3b06_61aee104e2364ed0a12062ff7c4921ad~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_736,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Thomas Quin</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Feathered Wings, Curl Around Me]]></title><description><![CDATA[Feathered wings, curl around me. Cradle my cotton skin  So tightly in your bassinet, That no harm will ever come to me; Not again. Feed...]]></description><link>https://www.tomquin.com/post/feathered-wings-curl-around-me</link><guid isPermaLink="false">67d89d870370ea3c548a1b2a</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Mar 2025 22:14:30 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/1d3b06_9927a36f48344afe9f2123a10e3c68f8~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_500,h_749,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Thomas Quin</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Salvation Can’t Be Bought And Sold]]></title><description><![CDATA[Myopic and old, These words arrive  Through a purple mist. Bending together In blue and red waves — Their pixelated motorcade Dances...]]></description><link>https://www.tomquin.com/post/salvation-can-t-be-bought-and-sold</link><guid isPermaLink="false">67d240c2e470bc5987a3b543</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Mar 2025 02:20:02 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/1d3b06_7dd5cfffd6554b8895c2189c188c54cc~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_849,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Thomas Quin</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Spring Street]]></title><description><![CDATA[Mouths open to speak But eyes say more than words can Learning how they talk Much needed whispers Gingerly float through the air Smiles...]]></description><link>https://www.tomquin.com/post/coming-to-my-senses</link><guid isPermaLink="false">67cfc3d06ee571608c14c466</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Mar 2025 05:03:09 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/1d3b06_27ec480719b143679baea63394bd9a76~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_875,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Thomas Quin</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Green]]></title><description><![CDATA[like rolling meadows of wildflowers that seem to go on forever like the way spring arrives on a warm blue day in April like the grass...]]></description><link>https://www.tomquin.com/post/green</link><guid isPermaLink="false">67b3a1bede292a65d0f6b22c</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Feb 2025 20:53:41 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/1d3b06_fcd535d535fa41a6b02fee8efb7f5bcd~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_736,h_744,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Thomas Quin</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[White Faded Rose]]></title><description><![CDATA[Tapping the vein, Your needle shoots deep — Passing through the stem And into the soft white flesh That lies beneath my paved skin....]]></description><link>https://www.tomquin.com/post/white-faded-rose</link><guid isPermaLink="false">67b10e30dcabfb96577cd6b7</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Feb 2025 23:18:51 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/1d3b06_6afce28914864d978c24ca6eaa5646c0~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_849,h_637,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Thomas Quin</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Clouds]]></title><description><![CDATA[Breathe in, she said — Inhale those white lace clouds And consume them; As they do you. Infuse them like chamomile In your watery skin,...]]></description><link>https://www.tomquin.com/post/clouds</link><guid isPermaLink="false">678fcbe69bf9d7dc084dc790</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Jan 2025 16:37:23 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/1d3b06_6cc2100801624765a17215d2a2a759e1~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Thomas Quin</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Helpless]]></title><description><![CDATA[Helpless, Like the snow coming down From the clouds — Directionless, And bereft of intent. From one state To another — Sky to ground, And...]]></description><link>https://www.tomquin.com/post/helpless</link><guid isPermaLink="false">678d8fe046168e67fac0f56d</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Jan 2025 23:53:18 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/1d3b06_009d9a9426af47b9ab2c7e580b5194b4~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Thomas Quin</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Anodyne]]></title><description><![CDATA[Before you know it, Your dying violets claw themselves back to life And lock you up inside their anodynic lullaby. Softly humming Their...]]></description><link>https://www.tomquin.com/post/anodyne</link><guid isPermaLink="false">678c7cb5348451c7f7d41cce</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Jan 2025 04:19:08 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/1d3b06_95d4cf5499b044629e550fe609714eef~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_960,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Thomas Quin</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Rivers And Streams]]></title><description><![CDATA[And just like that — Thoughts of you run through me Like a river — So much so, That my imagination fails me. Near, but not quite....]]></description><link>https://www.tomquin.com/post/rivers-and-streams</link><guid isPermaLink="false">678c6e800f2a72cbfa9aa70a</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Jan 2025 03:36:10 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/1d3b06_4eea2d93c87044d1afcbb6ec1f9432a2~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_735,h_467,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Thomas Quin</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Carpet Burn]]></title><description><![CDATA[A thousand soft knives  Caress me as I fall,  With knees and elbows  Doubled over  In their knotted arms.  They hold me so gently,  Those...]]></description><link>https://www.tomquin.com/post/carpet-burn</link><guid isPermaLink="false">67798ce44631621cd80e7294</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Jan 2025 20:07:06 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/1d3b06_71fe021330f04cbaa242f1fc413adb25~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_736,h_713,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Thomas Quin</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Lullaby]]></title><description><![CDATA[Comets dance — Pouring stars all over the world. Softly erupting in sympathy With my sleeplessness in sight; The sky’s drenched in tar....]]></description><link>https://www.tomquin.com/post/vignette-no-1</link><guid isPermaLink="false">67538b9dff6334d1e2ae082f</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Dec 2024 23:56:51 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/1d3b06_a8eb9a54b4254d9da07e36c265ddc91d~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_736,h_552,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Thomas Quin</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Scarlet Fever]]></title><description><![CDATA[Forget, And wash your weary eyes out With village prayers. A benediction of wishful thinking Huddled around a raging fire, For three long...]]></description><link>https://www.tomquin.com/post/scarlet-fever</link><guid isPermaLink="false">673387e033f336791abda14f</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Nov 2024 16:53:11 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/1d3b06_9883e3ca300b43eea9f2dea2f0ff1bf2~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_736,h_736,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Thomas Quin</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[White Owl]]></title><description><![CDATA[Black tea eyes, Steep into me — And flow through my words Like capillaries on the page; To unfold over the sky. Buying time with a sip As...]]></description><link>https://www.tomquin.com/post/the-white-owl</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6732773047771da3c9547b48</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Nov 2024 21:32:18 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/1d3b06_b1d1f11b113a46a29448eb24e7887a92~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_320,h_240,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Thomas Quin</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[drunk]]></title><description><![CDATA[drunk, drunker than you could ever make me,  that’s what I am now.  a mess of colours,  siphoning my sorrow away.]]></description><link>https://www.tomquin.com/post/drunk</link><guid isPermaLink="false">67245917036590cae36e5c9f</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Nov 2024 04:34:52 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/1d3b06_999dba0e0cf744b1a707d558f0cb242f~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_500,h_500,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Thomas Quin</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[7:14 am]]></title><description><![CDATA[it’s another day, another moment of silence before waking up, again to the endless noise below that rattles, and shakes the sand from...]]></description><link>https://www.tomquin.com/post/wednesday-8am</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6722fdd7036590cae36a14d0</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Oct 2024 04:06:52 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/1d3b06_930d90764f3e4371a69c919aecd69492~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_960,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Thomas Quin</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[fall]]></title><description><![CDATA[leaves gather outside my apartment every morning now,  in little piles of gold, they arrive still so gingerly on the ground.  it is...]]></description><link>https://www.tomquin.com/post/_fall</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6722faab036590cae36a0a23</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Oct 2024 03:37:42 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/1d3b06_cf81faa165ab43609ee74f506d4d53fd~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_736,h_521,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Thomas Quin</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[View Of The Dead]]></title><description><![CDATA[Overlooking frosted panes — Out, over the bland concrete stables, I try to see your face — in Where the green mist collapses into My...]]></description><link>https://www.tomquin.com/post/view-of-the-dead</link><guid isPermaLink="false">67191f38815dad9822ad9ffa</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Oct 2024 16:09:20 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/1d3b06_9dd09cf82e0546dda6b9afaff97eaa72~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_736,h_491,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Thomas Quin</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Morning Song]]></title><description><![CDATA[As black gives way to blue, amber ichor  Pours through the slits of my curtains — Stinging my unopened eyes, with a dreadful optimism....]]></description><link>https://www.tomquin.com/post/morning-song</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6716eaa2bc2dc6c297c0f6c7</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Oct 2024 23:59:30 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/1d3b06_692da8f492d44e1c8630393fa11eea57~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_960,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Thomas Quin</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>