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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Moonwater
A jar left beneath the full moon looks unchanged by morning, yet somehow carries enough light to make transformation feel possible.
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The Witch They Warned You About
The women they called dangerous were often simply the ones who learned to survive without asking permission.
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Where the Ivy Prays
Where ivy swallows walls and darkness respects one small flame, the forest seems to keep a chapel of its own.
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The Porch Where Witches Rest
An abandoned house and candlelight offer a resting place to a woman who has survived enough ghosts of her own.
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The Keeper of Ivy House
An abandoned house may choose one soul to remember it, and tonight a candle bends toward the answer hiding upstairs.
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The Kind of Wanting That Heals
She no longer wants a love that consumes her—only one that helps her return to herself.
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The Hour the House Exhales
By six o’clock, the house finally loosens its grip and ordinary chaos settles into a golden, temporary quiet.
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Before the Evening Finds Me
The hour before evening softens the day’s sharp edges and gives a tired house one small place to exhale.
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Coming Home
After months measured in empty rooms and phone calls, home finally has a date and hope dares to become something concrete.
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A Love That Feels Like Home
After years of surviving, gentleness feels almost unfamiliar—until love begins to look less like fireworks and more like safety.
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 