<?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[ELEGANT BOMB]]></title><description><![CDATA[ELEGANT BOMB]]></description><link>https://www.racheldalivane.com/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Fri, 16 Oct 2026 07:49:06 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.racheldalivane.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[GHOST TALES]]></title><description><![CDATA[It seems a rite of passage in today’s world to be ghosted.  I’ve had my fair share of ghosts.  They could cohabit a very large house together.  I sometimes imagine them tucked into their rooms, folding the laundry, and sharing their pastimes in a Rachel-free zone.  I admit it gives me a twisted feeling in the pit of my stomach.  Have I been rejected?  ]]></description><link>https://www.racheldalivane.com/post/ghost-tales</link><guid isPermaLink="false">691da2b50c77949d9ec526d7</guid><category><![CDATA[Memoir]]></category><pubDate>Wed, 19 Nov 2025 11:01:57 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/6ad1c6_14af6e23235d455699ba9761808fac2f~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Rachel Dalivane</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[AMUSING OURSELVES TO DEATH]]></title><description><![CDATA[Air pollution is just one of many dangers that go hand-in-hand with Artificial Intelligence though.  The water consumption of data centers is stunning.  The average data center guzzles 550,000 gallons of water per day.  Yes, you read that right.  Over half a million gallons of water are expelled every day for the average data center (there are over 5,000 nationally).  The water is used to cool the overheated machinery.  Citizens in Mansfield, Georgia—a home to Meta and Blackstone AI centers—comp]]></description><link>https://www.racheldalivane.com/post/amusing-ourselves-to-death</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69075b8e07f57e48208c3544</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 Nov 2025 13:51:59 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/6ad1c6_d9f6b8ed62264de0b89a5e562427bc57~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Rachel Dalivane</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[THE SURVIVALIST]]></title><description><![CDATA[Upon the ending of the novel, I sat and contemplated.  I wondered, am I too serious of a person by feeling disturbed?  Why couldn’t I simply laugh along at the wild adventures of friends?  And why was it that I felt a sympathetic camaraderie with the villain of the story?  Milady killed and deceived, seduced and destroyed.  Yet, somewhere in the back of my mind I thought, what other choice did she have?  Just like Scarlett O’Hara in Gone with the Wind, Milady takes matters into her own hands, fo]]></description><link>https://www.racheldalivane.com/post/the-survivalist</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68a8633b7bac707f517a6795</guid><category><![CDATA[Lifestyle]]></category><category><![CDATA[Book Review]]></category><pubDate>Fri, 22 Aug 2025 12:40:48 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/6ad1c6_3302d6b7732d48b4bbae2b605ca6cad2~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Rachel Dalivane</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[THE VEIL]]></title><description><![CDATA[The demon clutches in the belly like a claw that screws as well as grabs. 
It hurts better that way in the deepest way. The darkest way. Wa]]></description><link>https://www.racheldalivane.com/post/the-veil</link><guid isPermaLink="false">610c7689d207700016b82249</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><category><![CDATA[Love Letters To A Dying God Series]]></category><category><![CDATA[Psychology]]></category><category><![CDATA[Series]]></category><pubDate>Thu, 02 Jan 2025 01:15:07 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/6ad1c6_044b30d819ff4b6cb4d480149c4bb56d~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_502,h_690,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Rachel Dalivane</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[THE SIDEKICK]]></title><description><![CDATA[Demanding that a woman complies to his authority is in my mind akin to rape.  Because you do not have her consent, after all.  You just have]]></description><link>https://www.racheldalivane.com/post/the-sidekick</link><guid isPermaLink="false">676fe52906c4d534b5441abc</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Dec 2024 12:00:12 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/6ad1c6_5a28c0e56b464cb2bf41baeb0248b660~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Rachel Dalivane</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[ORACLE]]></title><description><![CDATA[Because I thought I saw Jesus within the pulsating wall
A prophetic drawl
Pathetic bawling 
Incessantly crawling back beneath the...]]></description><link>https://www.racheldalivane.com/post/oracle</link><guid isPermaLink="false">643e83440c200268f1985528</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><category><![CDATA[Love Letters To A Dying God Series]]></category><pubDate>Sat, 01 Jun 2024 12:25:01 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/6ad1c6_169225132ac54400a6dec7e549246659~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Rachel Dalivane</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[PLANET OF BLUE]]></title><description><![CDATA[A planet left out for you and me
To blow like dust a cerulean sea
And feathered blue light
Such an elegant sight
To unsettle the dust ]]></description><link>https://www.racheldalivane.com/post/planet-of-blue</link><guid isPermaLink="false">65c6117ece7555a1bf719764</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Fri, 23 Feb 2024 11:53:02 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/6ad1c6_6ac61ba140234dc990b96fd9b89965f5~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Rachel Dalivane</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[SULTANA]]></title><description><![CDATA[In frost covered fields
With garnets congealed
A pomegranate drips
Scattered seeds amongst the star-lit field
A twilight blooms]]></description><link>https://www.racheldalivane.com/post/sultana</link><guid isPermaLink="false">65d8771e858ef37f886eceb4</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Fri, 23 Feb 2024 10:49:23 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/6ad1c6_5cebeae024ec425f82e77a8c1f5c3a8e~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Rachel Dalivane</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[THE ARTISTS]]></title><description><![CDATA[To scrape beneath the surface brings with it its own mortality.  To bleed and feel a fire made flesh. Ruby colored pulp trickles downward, sometimes slowly and at other times with a flush of emotion so to drown out the hours and days and weeks and years of otherwise monotony.  Sloshing up, spilling over, at moments gushing out, until it’s all spent at the bottom of the hourglass—that damned silhouette in which we drove with a turbulent force your vibrance and my rage.  To feel a passion not...]]></description><link>https://www.racheldalivane.com/post/the-artists</link><guid isPermaLink="false">63450a9c12dc22fdb57708a4</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><category><![CDATA[Monologue]]></category><pubDate>Wed, 01 Mar 2023 07:24:28 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/6ad1c6_1467ed43a4c4431f8af89ae4c1ed2821~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Rachel Dalivane</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[PHILOSOPHER QUEEN]]></title><description><![CDATA[I stood at the edge of the reflecting pool With water cascading, lush and cool I jumped into that pool of sun And sank simply down with lungs That filled easily and felt freely To live and breathe each day brimming In that reflecting pool When God reflects, I thought, it might be something Fresh like this with cold gulps of water between billowing breaths I sat and thought that I’d lived for a day Until I realized that I was in shades of grey Like concrete smacks! But blue attracts the eye to...]]></description><link>https://www.racheldalivane.com/post/philosopher-queen</link><guid isPermaLink="false">615a1b936e52d000160caf82</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><category><![CDATA[Series]]></category><category><![CDATA[Love Letters To A Dying God Series]]></category><pubDate>Wed, 01 Feb 2023 22:14:06 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/6ad1c6_7348e3b1181a496fb203d9297f637821~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Rachel Dalivane</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[BOOK OF REVELATION]]></title><description><![CDATA[You’re like a force field that contains the blaze in me because you learned to grip fire with your hands You’re a phosphoric, Promethean Man That bends light to you Clenched in your hands to Mold like clay the silhouette and form It’s not that I disdain the flame or the fierceness from which it storms But I shift to mirage my glow In folds of gold And blackest smoke licking at the vision, Blinding from the sides of that dark fission Missing you nearly, blooming in ash I could swell up from...]]></description><link>https://www.racheldalivane.com/post/book-of-revelation</link><guid isPermaLink="false">620b7016570506f437be432e</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><category><![CDATA[Love Letters To A Dying God Series]]></category><pubDate>Tue, 31 Jan 2023 09:38:28 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/6ad1c6_d2cf07baf6794bdf96b6a4102416e52f~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Rachel Dalivane</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[A SERPENT]]></title><description><![CDATA[I want to be the needle in your thigh plowing endlessly the field of your discomfort like a splintery thing. Extract the venom to your groin, belly up writhing.  I’m like poison groping through the artery.  White knuckle the blade.  Sweet savoring. Could I prick the vein and string it up like a harp string? I’m plucking away at you, plucking away at you.  Don’t you think for the moment that I have the twist on you?  I turn you up, under, down, and through for you to chew the fabric, loosen...]]></description><link>https://www.racheldalivane.com/post/a-serpent</link><guid isPermaLink="false">616f6fe0e4d591001660ab8e</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><category><![CDATA[Series]]></category><category><![CDATA[Love Letters To A Dying God Series]]></category><pubDate>Tue, 24 Jan 2023 02:46:30 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/6ad1c6_19f1326b287d4005a18cc535c2fbd6bb~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Rachel Dalivane</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[THE EXODUS]]></title><description><![CDATA[The key is to detach and then to reduce it down to the roots, strong solemn things that grip the body, and smooth out the mind in copse rippled monotony. It’s the giving in of things and letting out of things until the spine bends the wrong way, then sets, waiting to be snapped back, not at once but continuously creaking at the vertebrae.  One, two, and three. Society does take its toll on me and I learn that I cannot bend the wrong way as other people before me, trying to detach and reduce...]]></description><link>https://www.racheldalivane.com/post/the-exodus</link><guid isPermaLink="false">62e330b143551e4e30645aef</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Fri, 29 Jul 2022 01:10:10 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/6ad1c6_f8575fe0d46743cf98d3864091c52dc1~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_674,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Rachel Dalivane</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[YEAR OF THE TIGER]]></title><description><![CDATA[I wish that you’d listened to the call of leaves and the purring in trees, but you got distracted, turned away (as they do), and left me astray on the path to the wild ravine.  It’s okay this way.  I’m used to it, admittedly.  And I’m not what I’d call gentle beneath.  Biologically predisposed to think diagonally, to cut through the grove and creep nocturnally, catty-cornered to the sun soaked drove.  People have got stand in line, so I stretch miles between us, chance the off-beat, and...]]></description><link>https://www.racheldalivane.com/post/year-of-the-tiger</link><guid isPermaLink="false">62874fd11aad160bd49d68d3</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><category><![CDATA[Series]]></category><pubDate>Fri, 20 May 2022 08:29:14 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/6ad1c6_1e45b03197ce4ee4b14f09e211c135eb~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Rachel Dalivane</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[PLUTO IN SCORPIO]]></title><description><![CDATA[Does the Queen of Night shrink from sunlight
And dream between sight 
A desert denouement?
To open 
Close
And withhold]]></description><link>https://www.racheldalivane.com/post/pluto-in-scorpio</link><guid isPermaLink="false">625b2e932a76af65c674f872</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Sat, 16 Apr 2022 21:24:26 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/6ad1c6_4f3ec296740c4503a5e45503e2b57cf3~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Rachel Dalivane</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[TO HOVER IN]]></title><description><![CDATA[I have a love for beautiful views that began when I was a child.  I’d sit on top of the monkey bars or sit in my favorite hemlock tree just to see from that vantage point.  I watched setting suns and moonlit skies from this view. On summer nights when the neighbor kids were catching fire flies and eating ice cream, I’d sneak upstairs to stand there in that spot watching everyone below.  I pressed my nose up to the cold screen to feel the cool air of summer nights waft in on me.  And sometimes...]]></description><link>https://www.racheldalivane.com/post/to-hover-in</link><guid isPermaLink="false">61f331bb61cc3f4e81ba558c</guid><category><![CDATA[Memoir]]></category><category><![CDATA[Series]]></category><category><![CDATA[White-Washed Series]]></category><pubDate>Fri, 28 Jan 2022 00:03:42 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/6ad1c6_8199e8f09e1844b289a6acec7df600f8~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Rachel Dalivane</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[GREY]]></title><description><![CDATA[  She was squished up in the tire of their pickup truck when I heard her meowing.  I crawled under and found a little grey fluff of kitten, not much larger than my hand.  She had grey eyes like me.  I named her “Storm,” and snuck her into our basement until my parents found her and then she disappeared.  I never did find out what became of her, but even as an adult I think of her sometimes.]]></description><link>https://www.racheldalivane.com/post/_grey</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6179bf80f7d1560016fb71c4</guid><category><![CDATA[Memoir]]></category><category><![CDATA[Series]]></category><category><![CDATA[White-Washed Series]]></category><pubDate>Wed, 27 Oct 2021 21:14:29 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/6ad1c6_cfcd07a0ee26496db69646bde78ca912~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Rachel Dalivane</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[THREADBARE LAIR]]></title><description><![CDATA[
I go away

Are just three words I use sometimes

To break the silence of a fragile state

I go away, I say, when the moonlight breaks

Through tufts of cloud wisps

Blue light spilled out at the windowpane

I sift through moods and claim

An imagined room that’s furnished

With a small wish

To go away]]></description><link>https://www.racheldalivane.com/post/threadbare-lair</link><guid isPermaLink="false">61766af3771b990016fbe56a</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><category><![CDATA[Series]]></category><category><![CDATA[Love Letters To A Dying God Series]]></category><pubDate>Mon, 25 Oct 2021 08:36:38 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/6ad1c6_5432eadb22344a988ad0576490fa6a2d~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Rachel Dalivane</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[THE QUEEN OF THE ABYSS]]></title><description><![CDATA[I’ve been casting you in lineaments, you vaporous thing.  You’re a distorted mirror that bends ‘round my mood.  A cold surface of marble sublimity.  I etch your cheekbones with my fingers, high and smooth.  Two planes set flush beneath the eyes like me.  You, ageless woman, The Queen Of The Abyss.  Sometimes you seem a bit too cool to associate with me.  Pure inhuman ethereal wisp of my subconscious feathers wistfully the dream.  Your fingers spread like spirit things that stroke the rhizome...]]></description><link>https://www.racheldalivane.com/post/the-queen-of-the-abyss</link><guid isPermaLink="false">615402b7546ce40016aa87ac</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><category><![CDATA[Love Letters To A Dying God Series]]></category><category><![CDATA[Series]]></category><pubDate>Wed, 29 Sep 2021 06:47:15 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/11062b_384ab1889fec44f38a1aaeac1d235f6d~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Rachel Dalivane</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[DESIRE]]></title><description><![CDATA[Fireworks burst like Dandelion heads I blow at the sky Wishes bloom in red]]></description><link>https://www.racheldalivane.com/post/desire</link><guid isPermaLink="false">61429062a9413b0017e8b053</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Thu, 16 Sep 2021 00:36:16 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/6ad1c6_69fd222f3c1741de86dbbf38f0d0f37c~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Rachel Dalivane</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>