Between Bruises & Blooms
A poetry archive for the things that bruise us, the things that bloom anyway, and everything we become in between.
Welcome to the library. Here you’ll find poetry and reflections rooted in motherhood, grief, love, survival, healing, darkness, nature, and the ordinary moments that refuse to stay ordinary.
Latest Writing
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His Laugh Finds Me
Theo’s laugh travels before he does, finding a tired mother wherever she is and making the world feel lighter for a moment.
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The Boy Who Reaches for the Sky
Every trail becomes a kingdom when Theo reaches for leaves like stars and turns an ordinary afternoon into an adventure.
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The Empty Chair
Grief is not only the moment someone leaves; it is every birthday, song, and ordinary Tuesday that keeps carrying the love forward.
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The Last Sermon
An abandoned church keeps preaching through crows, wind, and old timber long after the congregation is gone.
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Cathedrals of Light
Sunlight pours across an old church and turns weathered walls into a quiet reminder that cracked souls can still hold something holy.
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Offerings to the Dead
A candle burns for whoever still calls the ruined house home while smoke slips beneath the door like an offering to the dead.
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Season of the Quiet Moon
A tarot reading beneath a quiet moon becomes less about prediction and more about listening to the truths already waiting inside.
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The Hollow Chapel
In a ruined chapel of ravens and ivy, one candle burns for the women history called wicked because they refused to disappear quietly.
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The Cards Never Lied
The deck never predicted the future; it simply kept refusing to let her lie about the present.
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Oracle Bones
A worn deck becomes less about prophecy than permission—to rest, leave, grieve, become, and trust her own choices.
Stay in the Garden
New poems, new rooms, and whatever blooms next—delivered without making you hunt through the archive for it.
Between Bruises & Blooms 