<?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[HB Creates | Freelance Writer]]></title><description><![CDATA[H.B. Lavender's Site]]></description><link>https://hannahbriellewrites.wixsite.com/hblavender/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Mon, 22 Jun 2026 10:36:45 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://hannahbriellewrites.wixsite.com/hblavender/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Original Poem: Lavender (2023)]]></title><description><![CDATA[Lavender A iridescent  violet hue shines through my soul every utterance we speak our serene language: even when silence hangs in the...]]></description><link>https://hannahbriellewrites.wixsite.com/hblavender/post/original-poem-lavender-2023</link><guid isPermaLink="false">647e4d71a6864a531996cde0</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Jun 2023 21:03:11 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/2a517e_0d82172126444a4b8dc00701258f5a49~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Hannah Conroy</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Original Poem: Universe]]></title><description><![CDATA[Universe: A Villanelle every universe is a parallel universe that nobody will ever see the cosmos is my soul’s hearse like a dying star,...]]></description><link>https://hannahbriellewrites.wixsite.com/hblavender/post/original-poem-universe-by-hbcreates</link><guid isPermaLink="false">641e12bd5fbbb6de4a6ffc30</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Mar 2023 21:15:42 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/2a517e_0d82172126444a4b8dc00701258f5a49~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Hannah Conroy</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Original Poem: "Seven"(2018)]]></title><description><![CDATA[“Seven” Smitten with what’s only in the mirror, You roar with fiery hunger to feast. Luxuria is clawing wicked, ready to play / clawing...]]></description><link>https://hannahbriellewrites.wixsite.com/hblavender/post/original-poem-seven-2018</link><guid isPermaLink="false">641e11443c093205ecead1dc</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Mar 2023 06:00:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/2a517e_0d82172126444a4b8dc00701258f5a49~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Hannah Conroy</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>