<?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[Poe Kaw Moo]]></title><description><![CDATA[Discover Knyaw’s collection of short stories, poems, knyaw hta, and everyday thoughts by Poe Kaw Moo, a young Knyaw-Karen writer and publisher of creative writing, and discover more of Thoolei Projects and Knyaw Projects in collections. ]]></description><link>https://www.poekawmoo.com/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Mon, 10 Aug 2026 02:11:07 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.poekawmoo.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Once upon a time]]></title><description><![CDATA[I remember when I was young, I used to tell stories to my friends. The idea was a very short, amusing story with a twist. I don’t know who started it, but the stories go something like this: Once upon a time, there was a great king, and one day the king took a dump, and the king’s poop was as small as a spoon—the end. လၢပျၢၤလၢကစၢၤန့ၣ်နီၣ်, ကကၠီပၤအီၣ်ဝဲဒၣ်တၢဂၤ, ကစီၤပၤတဂၤန့ၣ်, ဘၣ်တနံၤန့ၣ်နီၣ်, ကစီၤပၤလဲၤအ့ၣ်ဆါ, ဒီး, ကစီၤပၤအ့ၣ်ဆါၦဲၤဒ်သိးနီၣ်တၢၤတၢဘျံး—ကတၢၢ်. Apologies for my broken S’gaw Karen...]]></description><link>https://www.poekawmoo.com/post/once-upon-a-time</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a728ef1095eeef96fc6f008</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Aug 2026 01:17:58 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>poekawmoo1</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Names]]></title><description><![CDATA[by Poe Kaw Moo Paw Wah Htoo Ler Lah Say Law Eh Gay Htee Hser Mu Kaw Ta Moo Mue Kay Tall Khu Su Baw Doh Dah Aye Lay Bow Poe Dee Ner Dae Soe Naw Ku Pu Day May Si Tay Thee Ma Cha Dar Zaw Oo Pah Klo Koh Thar Lu Tha Nee Hta Thay Blut Nay Kee Din Bor Boo Nu Chet Mya Win Wee Lee Ba U Kyaw Di Weh Wa Meh Tah Taw Yaw Yay Kyar Kwe Reh Oh Loo Way Pwo Pha Nah Tar Za Htwe Kler Ser Hsa Hla Ne Daw Chit Cho Boh Gyaw Qua Maw Ka Bwe Doo Aung Pee Ri Mae Mee Zi Ni Tu Tee All Rights Reserved Copyrights © 2025 by...]]></description><link>https://www.poekawmoo.com/post/names</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a627712424f5a9980a5c613</guid><category><![CDATA[The Karen People Publication]]></category><pubDate>Thu, 23 Jul 2026 20:20:10 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/fcb940_a00d26ac9b694cd1baffc29f36e9d5e5~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>poekawmoo1</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Antidote]]></title><description><![CDATA[by Poe Kaw Moo “Was steering to work, Barnes’s Bent was playing. Halfway on the 285 south, I jerked, having the urge to release those feelings; the best I could do was roar the hell out of it. “Ah—! —! **—! @#$%&#38;!! “Ah—      “***          “@/$:)/@f$$/)                “—! “Ahhh—ah—AH—A*H—@H—@#H!! “Ah—! …***…! …@/$:)/@f$$/)!!! “⍉⍉⍉AHHH!! ⍰⍰⍰ *** @#&#38;$%@!! “I must declare, it feels satisfactory. Turning on 675, I did my prayer just as I did on any other day. Thank you, God. Thank you, Jesus....]]></description><link>https://www.poekawmoo.com/post/antidote</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a627474ace6596cfe41f93c</guid><category><![CDATA[The Karen People Publication]]></category><pubDate>Thu, 23 Jul 2026 20:17:45 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/fcb940_fcab31c5bdd044cb8de359f527f81685~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>poekawmoo1</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>