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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By Candlelight
At twilight, candlelight and cannabis turn an abandoned ivy-covered house into a place where smoke, grief, and old walls share the same air.
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The Summer He Forgot
Some people remember you only when loneliness needs somewhere soft to land—and forget every promise that made leaving necessary.
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Gravity
It may not be love yet, but something keeps tilting her world toward one person with unmistakable gravity.
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The Space Between Us
Silence becomes its own language in the lingering glances, unfinished goodbyes, and distance that never teaches the heart to wander.
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The Art of Almost
Some people never fully leave; they become the ache of almost, lingering in songs, coffee cups, and the empty spaces beside us.
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Three Weeks Alone
Three weeks, three apologies, three promises—and the growing realization that sorry means less every time nothing changes.
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 