<?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[Nola Marley Prevost]]></title><description><![CDATA[Crafting captivating narratives, evoking emotions, exploring worlds with words.]]></description><link>https://www.nolamarleyprevost.com/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Fri, 24 Apr 2026 19:41:45 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.nolamarleyprevost.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[May 3, 2025 Nature Journal]]></title><description><![CDATA[5.3.25 (1:45pm) Holden, Maine Sunny and partly cloudy: 69-70 degrees Hearing the hummingbirds zooming to the nectar, and the brown-headed cowbirds chittering from the roof with their tinkling voices, ringing like bells, I can’t help feeling a deep sense of peace. Happiness and peace, as Zen Master Thich Naht Hanh might say, is not only found in nature, but is our nature.  While Albus Dumbledore might suggest it can be found “even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the...]]></description><link>https://www.nolamarleyprevost.com/post/may-3-2025-nature-journal</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69ea7803a4755da14cbbe022</guid><category><![CDATA[Nature Journal]]></category><pubDate>Thu, 23 Apr 2026 19:50:37 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Nola Marley</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Red Cafe]]></title><description><![CDATA[“I don’t know how anyone could do this to me,” you declare as you sip my tea. Your split tongue wraps around the lip of the mug and tips it back. With the other tongue, you confirm, “I am the victim.”  The cafe table isn’t conducive for the spikes on your back. You complain to the waitress, who can’t do much, then you decide she’s a bitch once she’s out of earshot. The universe is conspiring against you.  Having been inside of your stomach, I’ve learned to tune you out without hurting your...]]></description><link>https://www.nolamarleyprevost.com/post/the-red-cafe</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69ea759ea4befc7c9f3a3ca9</guid><category><![CDATA[Fiction]]></category><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Thu, 23 Apr 2026 19:43:07 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/11062b_e6ed205cf19e423eaa9dfb9d087b35e5~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_780,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nola Marley</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Mittens]]></title><description><![CDATA[A boy calls for his cat in the wood behind his family home. The sunlight is just starting to fall beneath the treeline, and he worries the cat will be late for feeding time. He calls and calls until long after the word “Mittens” sounds no more like a word than “higgly piggly.” By the time the North star points at his green eye, the tuxedo cat is still nowhere to be found.  The boy still has hope, for Mittens has never stayed away from home too long. For three days he’s searched out in the...]]></description><link>https://www.nolamarleyprevost.com/post/mittens</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69ea7518a4755da14cbbd978</guid><category><![CDATA[Fiction]]></category><pubDate>Thu, 23 Apr 2026 19:38:37 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Nola Marley</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[In the Maine Ocean]]></title><description><![CDATA[(Celeste Cota Photography) 	 	I never remember how numb Maine water feels on my toes. Irrelevant the cloud count or the blazing hot iron sun brought on by these scorching months, the heat breaking open the skin on my back, raising and razing hell from the bone out. 50 degrees is 50 degrees. The tidepools are irrelevant too - misleadingly inviting. Close your eyes and you could picture yourself in Cancun. But no, the Atlantic doesn’t care for your daydreams.  	My one-piece feels out of place...]]></description><link>https://www.nolamarleyprevost.com/post/in-the-maine-ocean</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69ea72c1d06bed7d1aa18918</guid><category><![CDATA[Non-Fiction]]></category><category><![CDATA[Nature Journal]]></category><pubDate>Thu, 23 Apr 2026 19:32:04 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/1eea7a_073ed131f30b4ac7b44b1e8ecbdd1985~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_567,h_372,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nola Marley</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Jane Doe: An Eastern Phoebe]]></title><description><![CDATA[Found the body of a bird in the grass  Beside a 6-story bank downtown  An Eastern Phoebe, lying low  With a cracked wing and a bent crown A band around its ankle Tells me its death won’t go unknown, Thank god for that little tracking band,  Thank god I’m not grieving alone. *Note: this poem is a fictionalized (or should I say poeticized?) version of a story I was told by a bird conservationist, and the unfortunate number of songbirds that are killed each year flying into glass windows is more...]]></description><link>https://www.nolamarleyprevost.com/post/jane-doe-an-eastern-phoebe</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69ea710cab5395dde6095531</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><category><![CDATA[Nature Journal]]></category><pubDate>Thu, 23 Apr 2026 19:25:48 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/nsplsh_5f67c0315b7e4fb3beb92834d4f212b7~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nola Marley</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Witching Hour of the Universe]]></title><description><![CDATA[Perhaps the very first atoms  were breathed into existence - not a bang - But an exhale As reflexive and natural as our own. And we prescribe some unknowable noise to this Kaleidoscopic beginning But as I wonder up at the sun and her sister stars, Patiently hovering in my late evening sky, I imagine a quiet start. Perhaps not silent, But whispered A hush As if to sneak up on space and time itself As a stubborn child might creep the stairs after bedtime To risk the treasures of a late night...]]></description><link>https://www.nolamarleyprevost.com/post/the-witching-hour-of-the-universe</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69ea708db17cf497ceb4793f</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Thu, 23 Apr 2026 19:19:31 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/11062b_d9c01d6a744f4388ab4f3989cea712bd~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nola Marley</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Thing With Feathers]]></title><description><![CDATA[Performed at Poets/Speak 2026 at the Bangor Public Library Before the rise of civilizations There was no “in” the forest There was only the forest Like there was only the plains Or the mountains or the grasslands You either stood in a bosque of antiquity with the pines and the chestnuts as your council Or watched an endless, crossless, uncrossable sea lap at your feet,  because boats weren’t invented until at least 50,000 years ago And before that, you could not even fathom your feet leaving...]]></description><link>https://www.nolamarleyprevost.com/post/the-thing-with-feathers</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69ea6e5cd06bed7d1aa17fea</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Thu, 23 Apr 2026 19:10:29 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/11062b_d2ed566dac70497c9e317bcf71db5f1c~mv2_d_1200_1200_s_2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nola Marley</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[That New-Website Smell: My New Portfolio (and Other Updates)]]></title><description><![CDATA[It's about time I revamped my old online portfolio. Since I last touched my website, I had life turn upside down on me. A year and a half into getting my digital-nomad legs under me, life delivered me a nice roundhouse kick of a reminder that it is not always going to go my way. In 2022 my boyfriend of 4 years cheated on me with a close friend I made while we were working and living in employee housing at a remote lodge in Alaska for the summer. It was a week before my birthday. And if that...]]></description><link>https://www.nolamarleyprevost.com/post/that-new-website-smell-my-new-portfolio-and-other-updates</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69ea3b5da4755da14cbb6687</guid><category><![CDATA[Along The Wayward]]></category><category><![CDATA[Blog]]></category><pubDate>Thu, 23 Apr 2026 17:47:40 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/11062b_7be2e75abc9a4df8937ed8b8f4271e73~mv2_d_1200_1200_s_2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nola Marley</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Miniscule Yet Mighty: Tales of the Snails]]></title><description><![CDATA[Photo provided by Wix Originally published in the March 2025  Plethodon Log 	When the cold February wind hits me in the face at 12mph, I...]]></description><link>https://www.nolamarleyprevost.com/post/miniscule-yet-mighty-tales-of-the-snails</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68389cfe742af72cfe8f5349</guid><category><![CDATA[Nature Journal]]></category><category><![CDATA[Non-Fiction]]></category><pubDate>Thu, 29 May 2025 17:47:57 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0ff209fdf24b4c95b05c8cc2d275d88c.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nola Marley</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[From The Photon]]></title><description><![CDATA[First Place Winner of the 2018 UMaine Poetry Slam I can’t promise that this poem is going to be any good.  Odds are, it won’t be the one...]]></description><link>https://www.nolamarleyprevost.com/post/from-the-photon</link><guid isPermaLink="false">683741382bb50bcaebb8a373</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Wed, 28 May 2025 17:04:01 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/11062b_7f66e68c7be1448eb7978b1982e1983d~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nola Marley</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[On Softness]]></title><description><![CDATA[First Place Winner of the 2018 UMaine Poetry Slam It’s become more apparent recently that all my molecules have turned to that of wool....]]></description><link>https://www.nolamarleyprevost.com/post/on-softness</link><guid isPermaLink="false">683740222bb50bcaebb89fa9</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Wed, 28 May 2025 16:59:37 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/1eea7a_491955d53668468e91720d038daa6116~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_337,h_290,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nola Marley</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[We, The Impossible Seeds of Life]]></title><description><![CDATA[Photo by Nola Prevost Poem published in Spire: The Maine Journal of Conservation and Sustainability, Issue 8 We, the impossible seeds of life, We Sing tales of days past As if it is not the present We are hoping to serenade. And We, the stewards of the land, We Sail over great bodies As if it is not our own brethren In the shadow of the hull. And We, the veins of the planet, We Make light of our feats As if we are not someone else's future, As if our ancestors are not proud. And We, the...]]></description><link>https://www.nolamarleyprevost.com/post/we-the-impossible-seeds-of-life</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68373cd85769d7bf1fb6b842</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><category><![CDATA[Nature Journal]]></category><pubDate>Wed, 28 May 2025 16:43:32 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/1eea7a_0536bad03ed342b39927ce8c88f1a1d6~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nola Marley</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Gertrude: An Origin Story]]></title><description><![CDATA[To marry a king, a girl would be thrilled, or she should be. Security, wealth, admiration of millions of citizens, a girl would have to...]]></description><link>https://www.nolamarleyprevost.com/post/gertrude-an-origin-story</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68373b014adf81dd55eebd14</guid><category><![CDATA[Fiction]]></category><pubDate>Wed, 28 May 2025 16:40:25 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/11062b_68beed99eeac461989297da7f8c21326~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nola Marley</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Nymphs and Shepherds]]></title><description><![CDATA[Here in the forest of forgiveness We drink bird song and eat purple pansies We daisy chain four-leaf clovers  and frolic around the fire...]]></description><link>https://www.nolamarleyprevost.com/post/nymphs-and-shepherds</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6819190c229bd379eecbdd4f</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Mon, 05 May 2025 20:05:02 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/11062b_53300bb7c3954ba8891acac59a3e816b~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nola Marley</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[All The Girls In The Woods]]></title><description><![CDATA[In the end, we are all lost in the woods Shoulder to shoulder with foreign fauna, Holding staring contests with the flora, We are walking...]]></description><link>https://www.nolamarleyprevost.com/post/all-the-girls-in-the-woods</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68191819e1e7656c54fc98e2</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Mon, 05 May 2025 19:58:17 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/dc228a91af6f10b0d3b89f0054c04877.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_665,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nola Marley</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Loss]]></title><description><![CDATA[John was a half hour late, and not surprisingly, he smelled of liquor - nonetheless his preferred coping method of choice, Captain...]]></description><link>https://www.nolamarleyprevost.com/post/the-loss</link><guid isPermaLink="false">681911cee1e7656c54fc8805</guid><category><![CDATA[Fiction]]></category><pubDate>Mon, 05 May 2025 19:37:07 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/11062b_a3a9ee5092f847949413ed2ddaee51ef~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nola Marley</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Red Delight]]></title><description><![CDATA["A red light in the dark" photo by Tim (Unsplash) This poem has been published in the Open Field Undergraduate Literary Magazine...]]></description><link>https://www.nolamarleyprevost.com/post/red-delight-poem</link><guid isPermaLink="false">67fd6b07555ee813e6b8f978</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Mon, 14 Apr 2025 20:12:29 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/1eea7a_b8ba713c62104a08bd161ffd88d7f5a9~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nola Marley</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[How I End]]></title><description><![CDATA["Black metal door handle on brown wooden door" Photo by Wolfgang Rottmann This story was first published in the Open Field Undergraduate...]]></description><link>https://www.nolamarleyprevost.com/post/how-i-end-short-story</link><guid isPermaLink="false">67fd681225ff1f7887dca2e6</guid><category><![CDATA[Fiction]]></category><pubDate>Mon, 14 Apr 2025 19:58:44 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/1eea7a_5a616482b4cd4f2c83ca7795924b346e~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nola Marley</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Postcard #6 Part 2: Oakland, CA, and Going Home Early]]></title><description><![CDATA[Just because of how the timing worked out, we needed to stay at a hostel for a couple days after the rooftop campsite and before our next stay (which I’ll tell you about shortly). So we found a cheap place in Chinatown and spent some time exploring. Our biggest money and time savers we’ve used during our travels have been #1 Google Maps: an obviously amazing tool, but made even more amazing by their seemingly unlimited knowledge of local bus routes, subway fares, and activity recommendations....]]></description><link>https://www.nolamarleyprevost.com/post/postcard-6-part-2-oakland-ca-and-going-home-early</link><guid isPermaLink="false">67c72d5e8aa37a51e612a31b</guid><category><![CDATA[Along The Wayward]]></category><category><![CDATA[Blog]]></category><pubDate>Fri, 22 Oct 2021 14:15:01 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/1eea7a_0dc994b3514846a29d2e8564d605657b~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nola Marley</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Postcard #6: The California Segment - LA and San Francisco]]></title><description><![CDATA[(This is part 1 of a 2-part series) After three months in Hawaii, we decided it was time for a change of scenery. And with a goal to work our way back to Maine for Christmas, we knew exactly which way to point our compass. Looking for the cheapest flights to the mainland, we chose LA for our first stop. Talk about culture shock. Coming from a small paradise that runs on island time and coconuts, to the hustle culture capital of the world was like bringing a caveman to Times Square. We stayed...]]></description><link>https://www.nolamarleyprevost.com/post/postcard-6-the-california-segment-la-and-san-francisco</link><guid isPermaLink="false">67c72d5e8aa37a51e612a31a</guid><category><![CDATA[Along The Wayward]]></category><category><![CDATA[Blog]]></category><pubDate>Tue, 19 Oct 2021 17:58:27 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/1eea7a_72aa6a76eca1460abc450d58bae2d7b1~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Nola Marley</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>