<?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[Taylor Sicko Poetry]]></title><description><![CDATA[Unleash the power of words and ignite your poetic soul]]></description><link>https://www.yearofthehummingbird.com/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Thu, 04 Jun 2026 02:04:21 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.yearofthehummingbird.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Early Bird]]></title><description><![CDATA[“…This is what you have been waiting for, he used to say to me. And I'd say, What? And he'd say, This — holding up my cheese and mustard sandwich. And I'd say, What? And he'd say, This, sort of looking around.” —The Gate, Marie Howe _________________________ Early Bird by Taylor Sicko The early bird gets the worm and I woke up at six. It rained today, what April delayed and the worm did what the worm does and the bird did what the early ones do and I woke up at six wondering what role I play...]]></description><link>https://www.yearofthehummingbird.com/post/early-bird</link><guid isPermaLink="false">66b683ade62c1ad74fab972b</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Jun 2026 21:13:31 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/ea7b74_bd571e60b89848debed0af9d849d83cc~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Taylor Sicko</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[On Beating a Dead Horse]]></title><description><![CDATA[On Beating a Dead Horse by Taylor Sicko I hardly noticed. The whipping wind playing tug of war with my hair. Pushing the red jacket hood clean off my head. Over and over and over. And who made a hood this large anyway? I suspect we invented drawstrings for this very reason. I was distracted. Thoughts scattered like the shit I've almost stepped in. Over and over and over.  More turbulent than the air around me but life has a way of pulling you back in. So when I allowed my eyes to roam dusty...]]></description><link>https://www.yearofthehummingbird.com/post/on-beating-a-dead-horse</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69fa90da6d919e5ce8717a08</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Jun 2026 01:12:45 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/ea7b74_61d9e9317ca2428d9ba8540a80d2a532~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Taylor Sicko</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Somewhere in Wyoming]]></title><description><![CDATA[Somewhere in Wyoming By Taylor Sicko The day we broke up Bob Saget died. Our future, empty as the house that was full. Filling, filling, until I tipped over and tipped us over. Human dominos, the same but different. Four wobbling legs with no napkin wedge to solve our problems. Earth bound and grounded transformed into something thin and indecisively floating wherever the wind blows. Andrea Gibson speaks on the turbulence of long distance but my flight with you was peace. I found my home in...]]></description><link>https://www.yearofthehummingbird.com/post/somewhere-in-wyoming</link><guid isPermaLink="false">65aabf066d6ed1b48f127c03</guid><pubDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 17:33:51 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/ea7b74_6d36a1bd24b340e78c14e577325aa220~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Taylor Sicko</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Worship in the Wild]]></title><description><![CDATA[Worship in the Wild by Taylor Sicko In the end we all rose from the ape and grow teeth for which we have no use. Enduring the familiar ache before emergence. Which is to say I have no choice but to bare the tender flesh of my throat and beg you to gnaw at the lump you put there. Give in to the animal that craves to roll in the scent of you. Devotion from my knees. Surrender without the promise of salvation. And isn't worship just the same as lust? I'll crawl my way to the devil, I'll brag of...]]></description><link>https://www.yearofthehummingbird.com/post/worship-in-the-wild</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69fa9f9fb27e981e27c884d6</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 May 2026 02:01:16 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/ea7b74_4df4112cf90b4579966bc03c58b671e1~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Taylor Sicko</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Finding God in a Mary Oliver Poem]]></title><description><![CDATA[Finding God in a Mary Oliver Poem In response to and with lines from At the River Clarion by Mary Oliver By Taylor Sicko I don't know who God is exactly. But I'll tell you this. Mary Oliver is my first guess. For she speaks to the holiest parts of water, and stone, and mosses. And isn't that something worth crumbling to your knees? The woman talks of singing flowers, and forgiveness of the ticks. And if she can forgive what killed her faithful dog, surely I can forgive my Father. I've heard...]]></description><link>https://www.yearofthehummingbird.com/post/finding-god-in-a-mary-oliver-poem</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69efcf3c7475e016cb91f88e</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Apr 2026 21:07:05 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/ea7b74_07d8e881d3c14f14bc9d5d11901cf2e2~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Taylor Sicko</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[My Thoughts On The Lifecycle]]></title><description><![CDATA[My Thoughts On The Lifecycle by Taylor Sicko My grandmother is a dragonfly and my mother whispers to the air  whenever one is near. Her gentle call or wish or I'm not really sure carried through the air as delicate as the first signs of spring to the ears of the dragonfly which I'm not even sure it has. She believes I’m sure the flaps of its wings are sending her love back. Sign language of the earth. And from a distance  I sent my own call too or wish or I'm not really sure.  More violent in...]]></description><link>https://www.yearofthehummingbird.com/post/my-thoughts-on-the-lifecycle</link><guid isPermaLink="false">65c170b978d9be2b060d107a</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Mar 2026 23:42:27 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/ea7b74_9e5216aac8ca482ba58bc4a6728cef4d~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Taylor Sicko</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Tenth Street]]></title><description><![CDATA[Tenth Street by Taylor Sicko A suburban anachronism on the West Side of Manhattan where the welcome wave is performed to even unfamiliar faces and brownstone buildings whisper tales of the past into the ears of kids growing up on their stoop. Traffic unhurried yet steady, with Ubers and Lyfts and the rest— those who can afford to have a car here. I spend my days making espresso for people who will never know my name and wince when our eyes meet. I both admire and mourn the trees rooted in...]]></description><link>https://www.yearofthehummingbird.com/post/tenth-street</link><guid isPermaLink="false">65a988b7d4b8776fce289959</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Jan 2024 20:24:37 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/ea7b74_77102e74fcba4b1f92930e106b0c23a5~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Taylor Sicko</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Lousy Attempt]]></title><description><![CDATA[Lousy Attempt by Taylor Sicko I’ve made lousy attempts at creating poems worthy enough. Made every effort to mirror the experience of you. Tried to explain the first time someone spoke my name like it was honey how it stuck to everything like our Jeep in the mud. Tried to explain how she hated writing but the collection of her letters formed my favorite book. I wrote about how she looked at me as though my eyes told you how pyramids were made. I wrote about her  eyes and how they spoke what...]]></description><link>https://www.yearofthehummingbird.com/post/lousy-attempt</link><guid isPermaLink="false">65aad0356d9f33733adad82c</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Jan 2024 19:47:04 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/ea7b74_280671ee97a0492a92ca56abafbe5a41~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Taylor Sicko</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>