<?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[Renata Santiago]]></title><description><![CDATA[Renata Santiago]]></description><link>https://renatascrive.wixsite.com/renatasantiago/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Tue, 18 Aug 2026 00:50:11 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://renatascrive.wixsite.com/renatasantiago/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Love Notes]]></title><description><![CDATA[I first noticed it on the piano as your fingers danced across the bone white keys and tugged at the capillaries on my cheeks and I felt...]]></description><link>https://renatascrive.wixsite.com/renatasantiago/post/love-notes</link><guid isPermaLink="false">66b182aa39267f5baedd5e7f</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Aug 2024 01:57:03 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Renata Santiago</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Curse of Gifting Knitwork]]></title><description><![CDATA[And sadly I can’t escape the mirage of us in my knitwork when the wound up acrylic yarn tangles into itself and I wind up peeling thread...]]></description><link>https://renatascrive.wixsite.com/renatasantiago/post/the-curse-of-gifting-knitwork</link><guid isPermaLink="false">66b1828a9fb0b0dd04ea8228</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Aug 2024 01:55:30 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Renata Santiago</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[What I Should Have Said]]></title><description><![CDATA[I’m tired. I’m on my period. I didn’t shave. I’m waiting for marriage. I’m not ready yet. I have an exam tomorrow. I have a UTI. I have a...]]></description><link>https://renatascrive.wixsite.com/renatasantiago/post/what-i-should-have-said</link><guid isPermaLink="false">65f89e40072defbce5d74164</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Mar 2024 20:04:19 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Renata Santiago</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Friends for a Moment]]></title><description><![CDATA[Act I The thunderstorm drums Against my bedroom Window and I can feel The dog shivering at My numb shivering feet And I’m not sure who To...]]></description><link>https://renatascrive.wixsite.com/renatasantiago/post/friends-for-a-moment</link><guid isPermaLink="false">65f89e119a09a5dabdc9bc5c</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Mar 2024 20:03:51 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Renata Santiago</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[La Matriarca]]></title><description><![CDATA[The embroidered blue jays on her kitchen curtains Watch as her wrinkled hands Melt suds onto freshly emptied china, Caso Cerrado more...]]></description><link>https://renatascrive.wixsite.com/renatasantiago/post/la-matriarca</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6538af25e39e48065e043eb9</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Wed, 25 Oct 2023 06:01:43 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Renata Santiago</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Fisherman]]></title><description><![CDATA[As a child, I loved picking up new hobbies. I possessed­—frankly, still do— this one fatal flaw, though; I despised beginning. The...]]></description><link>https://renatascrive.wixsite.com/renatasantiago/post/the-fisherman</link><guid isPermaLink="false">64730c0852047be128434054</guid><category><![CDATA[Creative Writing]]></category><pubDate>Wed, 25 Oct 2023 05:54:24 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Renata Santiago</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Tainted Passenger]]></title><description><![CDATA[Pour whiskey over my open heart, As it bleeds out Like a runny yolk- Sunny side up. Truth be told I fathom it not. A day where it won't...]]></description><link>https://renatascrive.wixsite.com/renatasantiago/post/the-tainted-passenger</link><guid isPermaLink="false">647309d59cc5b142c949b4b9</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Wed, 25 Oct 2023 05:54:03 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Renata Santiago</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Beginnings of a Black Hole]]></title><description><![CDATA[It is baffling how the mind has an infinite capacity for emotion. The body, physiologically, has bounds. There is a limit for how much...]]></description><link>https://renatascrive.wixsite.com/renatasantiago/post/the-beginnings-of-a-black-hole</link><guid isPermaLink="false">64730b788e76a5e8db723614</guid><category><![CDATA[Creative Writing]]></category><pubDate>Wed, 25 Oct 2023 05:51:36 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Renata Santiago</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[How Far Down is the Drop?]]></title><description><![CDATA[A ring adorning a finger, Not of its owner. A lanyard adorning a neck, Not of its owner. Petty thefts in the name of my secret Affection...]]></description><link>https://renatascrive.wixsite.com/renatasantiago/post/how-far-down-is-the-drop</link><guid isPermaLink="false">64804e20a16c685ddc8d9aa7</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Wed, 25 Oct 2023 05:43:35 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Renata Santiago</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[My Lovely Friend]]></title><description><![CDATA[How lucky is man to exist in a world where these great creatures exist only for us and the love of us. ]]></description><link>https://renatascrive.wixsite.com/renatasantiago/post/my-lovely-friend</link><guid isPermaLink="false">649a805389171da586a0b5b4</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Wed, 25 Oct 2023 05:41:29 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Renata Santiago</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Inner Machinations of a Man]]></title><description><![CDATA[Time and time again in the silence I hear them. There is a slight noise filling the room, defying the silence of a peg sliding past...]]></description><link>https://renatascrive.wixsite.com/renatasantiago/post/the-inner-machinations-of-a-man</link><guid isPermaLink="false">64730b2d367b3ba4aa80b5a6</guid><category><![CDATA[Creative Writing]]></category><pubDate>Wed, 25 Oct 2023 05:41:15 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Renata Santiago</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[A Gifted Bouquet of Forget-Me-Nots, Made to Order]]></title><description><![CDATA[I want to be loved for what I am not. The femininity I exiled from my body ages ago and now wish to reclaim. Find it in the summit of my...]]></description><link>https://renatascrive.wixsite.com/renatasantiago/post/a-gifted-bouquet-of-forget-me-nots-made-to-order</link><guid isPermaLink="false">64804cf5a2b41f846718a54f</guid><category><![CDATA[Creative Writing]]></category><pubDate>Wed, 25 Oct 2023 05:41:04 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Renata Santiago</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Dos Elefantes en Tela de Araña]]></title><description><![CDATA[La biblia cuenta de Adan y su magnífico renunció de una costilla a Dios. Adan, cuya costilla fue utilizada para el gran milagro de la...]]></description><link>https://renatascrive.wixsite.com/renatasantiago/post/dos-elefantes-en-tela-de-ara%C3%B1a</link><guid isPermaLink="false">64bc7ef9c95531a0d82acb8c</guid><category><![CDATA[Español]]></category><category><![CDATA[Creative Writing]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 23 Jul 2023 01:16:31 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Renata Santiago</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Tattoo]]></title><description><![CDATA[I was welcomed into this world through interrupted lives, torn flesh, and screaming agony. I will leave it through unfulfilled dreams,...]]></description><link>https://renatascrive.wixsite.com/renatasantiago/post/tattoo</link><guid isPermaLink="false">649397e590255dd7f1e798d7</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jun 2023 00:38:16 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Renata Santiago</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Ars Poetica]]></title><description><![CDATA[As published in Whispers of the World, an anthology by Wingless Dreamer Publisher. Poetry’s lustful eyes track my every move and watch as...]]></description><link>https://renatascrive.wixsite.com/renatasantiago/post/ars-poetica</link><guid isPermaLink="false">648b8408dd4198c9348b4a85</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Thu, 15 Jun 2023 21:35:40 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Renata Santiago</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[God is a Deserter]]></title><description><![CDATA[I wasn’t born to God. I was not raised in the Lord’s home, nor did I enter it and stay. Instead, I believe my life- the very pulse...]]></description><link>https://renatascrive.wixsite.com/renatasantiago/post/god-is-a-deserter</link><guid isPermaLink="false">647b1126f69f3f6309fc2565</guid><category><![CDATA[Creative Writing]]></category><pubDate>Sat, 03 Jun 2023 10:09:05 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Renata Santiago</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Life Sentence]]></title><description><![CDATA[Have you noticed that many materials when dehydrated crumble? Water, a formless fluid, is what holds together the structure of most...]]></description><link>https://renatascrive.wixsite.com/renatasantiago/post/the-life-sentence</link><guid isPermaLink="false">647a5a45bbe762001b77a6ce</guid><category><![CDATA[Creative Writing]]></category><pubDate>Fri, 02 Jun 2023 21:09:22 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Renata Santiago</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[To Be Understood]]></title><description><![CDATA[Tired. My lips dry and cracked As my breath runs cold And my throat scratchy. My eyes heavy As the tears run dry And my wails quiet. My...]]></description><link>https://renatascrive.wixsite.com/renatasantiago/post/to-be-understood</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6479cd324053ed200e293647</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Fri, 02 Jun 2023 11:06:44 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Renata Santiago</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[My Museum]]></title><description><![CDATA[Enter my museum, Statues toppling one over the other, Paintings hanging side by side, Filling walls entirely. It is an odd museum,...]]></description><link>https://renatascrive.wixsite.com/renatasantiago/post/my-museum</link><guid isPermaLink="false">64730f6394fdc9c07ec997ef</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 28 May 2023 08:23:09 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Renata Santiago</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Sun and the Moon]]></title><description><![CDATA[I recall hearing an ancient tale when I was younger about the Sun and the moon. I don’t recall much, just that it was a tale of love. In...]]></description><link>https://renatascrive.wixsite.com/renatasantiago/post/the-sun-and-the-moon</link><guid isPermaLink="false">64730e094588eb4a2fe453eb</guid><category><![CDATA[Creative Writing]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 28 May 2023 08:17:27 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Renata Santiago</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>