<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Memory on Improper Storytelling</title><link>https://milo-dixon.github.io/tags/memory/</link><description>Recent content in Memory on Improper Storytelling</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 11 Jul 2026 18:30:00 -0500</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://milo-dixon.github.io/tags/memory/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Custody of Rain</title><link>https://milo-dixon.github.io/stories/custody-of-rain/</link><pubDate>Sat, 11 Jul 2026 18:30:00 -0500</pubDate><guid>https://milo-dixon.github.io/stories/custody-of-rain/</guid><description>&lt;p>The wedding took eleven minutes to divide.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>The rain took three days.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>Memory court was not as scary as people said it was. Nobody ever shouted, “You ruined me!” while pointing an accusatory finger at their former spouse. It was a quiet process, largely because the fees attached to emotional escalation were astronomically high.&lt;/p></description></item><item><title>Key Lime Pie</title><link>https://milo-dixon.github.io/poems/key-lime-pie/</link><pubDate>Mon, 16 Feb 2026 12:00:00 -0500</pubDate><guid>https://milo-dixon.github.io/poems/key-lime-pie/</guid><description>&lt;p>Your hands were the first thing I noticed about you.&lt;br>
They were calloused but still delicate,&lt;br>
with a tan that reminded me of a graham cracker crust.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>Strong hands that could fix a fence post,&lt;br>
or make a damn good breakfast,&lt;br>
or break a heart.&lt;/p></description></item><item><title>Far Too Close</title><link>https://milo-dixon.github.io/poems/far-too-close/</link><pubDate>Mon, 13 Oct 2025 12:00:00 -0500</pubDate><guid>https://milo-dixon.github.io/poems/far-too-close/</guid><description>&lt;p>By chance we met, just once that year,&lt;br>
when he walked by me at dawn.&lt;br>
I met his glance, he flashed a smile,&lt;br>
But when I looked up, he was gone&lt;/p></description></item></channel></rss>