<?xml version="1.0" encoding="ISO-8859-1"?>
<rss version="2.0">
	<channel>
		<title>Ms. Ackerman | WritersCafe.org</title>
		<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/swttaboo</link>
		<description>The original writings of author Ms. Ackerman</description>
		<language>en-us</language>
		<copyright>Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org</copyright>
		<lastBuildDate>1776178698</lastBuildDate>
		<generator>WritersCafe.org RSS Generator</generator>
		<ttl>15</ttl>
		<item>
			<title>King</title>
			<description>Phoenix is my King</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swttaboo/1123330/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Poems of Nothing</title>
			<description>Shattered Reality, Pain &amp;copy; Hannah Ackerman 10/26/2011</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swttaboo/1103033/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Monster with the Cold Blue Eyes</title>
			<description>&amp;copy; Hannah Ackerman 4/25/2012</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swttaboo/1103031/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>M&amp;eacute;nage &amp;agrave; trios</title>
			<description>Death and Sleep &amp;copy; Hannah Ackerman 11/6/2011</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swttaboo/1103030/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Darkness of Mind</title>
			<description>&amp;copy; Hannah Ackerman 11/6/2011</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swttaboo/1103029/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Seasons of the North</title>
			<description>How I once thought I felt for a ex boyfriend that I could let him go without a backward glance &amp;copy; Hannah Ackerman 10/26/2011</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swttaboo/1103027/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Cold</title>
			<description>How I feel when I am in the Dark Places of my Mind when I feel at Peace with the Monster Inside me. When we are twisted and carnal and happy. &amp;copy; Hannah Ackerman 12/30/2011</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swttaboo/1103026/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Breaking</title>
			<description>&amp;copy; Hannah Ackerman 10/21/2011</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swttaboo/1103024/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Dear to my Heart</title>
			<description>&amp;copy; Hannah Ackerman 11/8/2012</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swttaboo/1103022/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Mein Eisbrecher</title>
			<description>&amp;copy; Hannah Ackerman 12/21/2012</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swttaboo/1103019/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Rabbit</title>
			<description>Walked around feeling like a rabbit today.</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swttaboo/1100540/</link>
		</item>
	</channel>
</rss>