<?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[Ravenna Spade]]></title><description><![CDATA[Discover the beauty of words through poetry and stories.]]></description><link>https://www.brennarosebud.com/poems</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Wed, 27 May 2026 22:57:13 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.brennarosebud.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[bad things come in threes]]></title><description><![CDATA[“Three’s a hard number” she had always warned. One two three Had always seemed like a strength to me The Musketeers Bee Gees Charlie’s Angels And the Wise Men One two three After all this time I’m still number three One two three four The awaited she bore A quartet of pairs No odd one out Unless you’re three Her and me One and three The woman of waves and the latter rain’s pitter patter Both to soothe One sublime Three melancholy Do you remember when we were the majority? One two three The...]]></description><link>https://www.brennarosebud.com/post/bad-things-come-in-threes</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a176520e7ae03e6441ec981</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 May 2026 04:00:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/11062b_b39715f8e15b4a0d943309830bf76b4e~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>brennarose</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[jumpscare]]></title><description><![CDATA[A familiar buzz tickled my hip. Absent-mindedly, puppetered from routine, I slid the phone out of my pocket. Perhaps it was the unremarkable motion, permitting me to lower my guard, that stunned me so. No. There wasn’t a possible precaution I could have taken. My bewilderment would have overwhelmed any strategy I could have taken against the glow of my screen illuminating his name across it. The sight of it alone was enough to petrify me longer than any grown woman should be glancing at a...]]></description><link>https://www.brennarosebud.com/post/jumpscare</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6869a657241a1bcbebc855e5</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Jul 2025 22:38:41 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/nsplsh_6967369a2cc34de29c565b69d93ccf5e~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>brennarose</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[figment]]></title><description><![CDATA[Haunting at my side  I’ve always loved quality time A paper doll stemming, hip to hip Mimicking my routine Imagine A raw disclosure Contrary to our cagey conversations I’d concede Accept my angst Obtain an occasion of ordinary Above alienating exchanges Fiddling with fate In your stead A fabricated figment Come! Follow me!]]></description><link>https://www.brennarosebud.com/post/figment</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6869a49c313711f211f559cd</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Jul 2025 22:19:44 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/30dc1e0c28bcdfb560e175cb919dabaf.jpg/v1/fit/w_800,h_575,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>brennarose</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[kiss me i'm irish]]></title><description><![CDATA[i’ll take it on the rocks stonehenge a toast to you slainte come get a taste no lipsmackers mountain dew kisses of jameson will do i’ve never craved another have you? can i take your order don julio? papaya, lime, and tajin  a perfect trio with the jarabe tapatío squeeze and squint if i want to pucker my lips and swing my hips sour mix will do can i take your order captain morgan? aye aye captain one juice, two juice, three juice, four berry brandy, run brandy! run! dance a dancehall dance...]]></description><link>https://www.brennarosebud.com/post/unlocking-emotions-poetry-and-vignettes-for-personal-growth</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6861a6f0ccc85eb48d105a38</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2025 20:49:52 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/11062b_bcccc8dd7ef04d7684a813d01e613444~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>brennarose</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[howe caverns]]></title><description><![CDATA[We would visit the caverns I in the boat with you To mosey into the darkness That consumed the earth below Our feet carelessly troddening over Cavities within our home It’s not the obsidian oblivion that those seek Nor the bats that scatter the ceilings like stars But the captivating crystals Glittering geodes That were formed from such an absence I imagine that’s what I look like inside Without your feet striding along mine Knowing that your warmth can’t comfort me And your breath doesn’t...]]></description><link>https://www.brennarosebud.com/post/connecting-through-verses-building-community-with-poetry</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6861a6f0ccc85eb48d105a39</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2025 20:49:52 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/11062b_7de5ef2677dd48a89ff39d0d0ad71c56~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>brennarose</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>