<?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[Cathryn Kreatzner]]></title><description><![CDATA[Cathryn Kreatzner]]></description><link>https://catkreatzner.wixsite.com/author/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Sat, 02 May 2026 06:52:42 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://catkreatzner.wixsite.com/author/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[House on the Hill (adapted excerpt from upcoming novel)]]></title><description><![CDATA[Sunset yellow fields rose and fell against a stark sky, no clouds, with “V”s of Canadian geese flying south across parallel borders of territories, provinces, states, and countries just before the first snowfall. If I laid with my back on the ground, toes facing straight up and my eyes tracing the flight patterns of the bowling pin-shaped birds, I might guess it summer. Below me would be a different story. South and west of the “thumb” jutting into Lake Michigan lay countless miles of...]]></description><link>https://catkreatzner.wixsite.com/author/post/house-on-the-hill-extended-excerpt-from-in-work-memoir</link><guid isPermaLink="false">630bd4667ab10eec3de917b1</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry and prose]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 28 Aug 2022 20:49:18 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/nsplsh_714a35396e4b78785f626b~mv2_d_4500_3000_s_4_2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Cathryn Kreatzner</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[We're Still Young (excerpt from upcoming novel)]]></title><description><![CDATA[We’re bringing in all these things that should leave no trace when we do. Garbage bags and snack bar wrappers, a propane tank, wet naps for our faces in the morning and our hands after cooking the summer sausage. The same kind my mother used to sizzle on tepid summer mornings, sun swallowing the sweat on her brow. Ours too, now a thousand feet up the mountain and so far from flat cattail marshes. You’ve packed too much, I tell him, but he’d do it next time and ten years later even though I...]]></description><link>https://catkreatzner.wixsite.com/author/post/we-re-still-young</link><guid isPermaLink="false">630bd15625a32e9345118e74</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry and prose]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 28 Aug 2022 20:36:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/nsplsh_ed0c8359ee97423f8d6e95953650d8e8~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Cathryn Kreatzner</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Legends (adaptation from upcoming novel)]]></title><description><![CDATA[Dennis is walking into the backyard, looking at the garden where Rhonda used to grow cucumbers, beets, and raspberries. He’s tall, and burly, and bald, and he’s got a 1911 revolver in his hand. His wife used to make pickles, jams and jellies, raspberry wine. But the garden’s dead now, and he shoots himself in the head. Kenny -- my friend, Dennis’ son -- finds him. He’s grabbing his camo rucksack for drill weekend, picking up some food his aunt left in the fridge for him, and was planning to...]]></description><link>https://catkreatzner.wixsite.com/author/post/legends-adaptation-from-in-work-memoir</link><guid isPermaLink="false">630bcfa945cc7e9e9cfe9f98</guid><category><![CDATA[Selections for The Moth]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 28 Aug 2022 20:32:48 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/nsplsh_6875554930793045524d4d~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Cathryn Kreatzner</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Awards]]></title><description><![CDATA[Now that I’m up here, the only thing I have is the knowledge that I’ve done everything I can to prepare. You’re watching. My sister is...]]></description><link>https://catkreatzner.wixsite.com/author/post/awards</link><guid isPermaLink="false">630b9a6a32c3a20d05a607b0</guid><category><![CDATA[Selections for The Moth]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 28 Aug 2022 16:40:30 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/nsplsh_a6e874dd00a940a2a6590e9334ca59f9~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Cathryn Kreatzner</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Fortune]]></title><description><![CDATA[It’s coin change day. Now I think most people know what that is. But just in case, coin change day is the day that your mother takes...]]></description><link>https://catkreatzner.wixsite.com/author/post/fortune</link><guid isPermaLink="false">630b9a21035c97c1e048a1f1</guid><category><![CDATA[Selections for The Moth]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 28 Aug 2022 16:39:18 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/nsplsh_e2d5589d202043f3b78ca04be7f16346~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Cathryn Kreatzner</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Wisdom]]></title><description><![CDATA[I bit my sister… When I was ten. 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