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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I Hope You Wonder
A quiet hope that her name lives in someone else’s silences as often as theirs lives in hers.
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Evidence
No test can measure the nights, panic, meals, mornings, and quiet work behind a mother proving she can keep choosing her children.
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For MaKenna
A daughter held for only moments remains woven through every year, every sibling, and every piece of love that followed.
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Their Version of Me
Other people will keep inventing versions of her; the page remains where she refuses to shrink herself to fit any of them.
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The Weight of Advice
Easy advice reduces motherhood to one visible moment while ignoring the thousand invisible things a mother carries every day.
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Creative High
A crowded mind finally makes enough room for one sentence, then another, until the poem finds its own way out.
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Love Through the Waiting
Love survives silence, waiting, and imperfect timing through the stubborn hope of one day sharing an ordinary life together.
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The Stigma
People see smoke and stigma; they do not see the anxiety, sleepless nights, and battles that existed long before the ritual.
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The Mother I Became
Motherhood did not arrive gently—it forged a woman through fear, exhaustion, courage, and a love stronger than every storm.
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The Quiet Trade
She did not stop needing relief; she chose sobriety because tiny hands needed her more, even when the old ritual still calls.
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 