<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Ethan David Scott</title><link>https://blog.ethandavidmagalei.com/</link><description>Essays, fiction, and plays by Ethan David Scott.</description><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 06 Oct 2026 17:46:10 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://blog.ethandavidmagalei.com/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>typewriter of the saguinus imperator</title><link>https://blog.ethandavidmagalei.com/typewriter-of-the-saguinus-imperator/</link><guid>https://blog.ethandavidmagalei.com/typewriter-of-the-saguinus-imperator/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Oct 2026 17:46:10 +0000</pubDate><description>done with the madness
swirling past domestic potemkin couches
and plastic leaves on the apartment wall
ursa was mine to show
indignant orpheus demanded his time in the story of the skies
out on the starry lake, the moment brief
fell beneath our feet when too much weight was applied
even so, it rings in my ear
whirling round and reminding me that stippled walls
and broken wardrobes
only last so long
Make the moment
ring with breath like we could take on top of ancient mountains and hills
breathe with the moment
when we miss that, everything else seems to fall through,
but you're here</description></item></channel></rss>