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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North Is Still North
The compass has not changed, but the road home has been bent, leaving a mother to wait while every room still points toward her boys.
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The House Keeps Listening
She scrubs, folds, and prepares every room as though order could bargain with the universe for the footsteps she is waiting to hear.
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Pharma Knows Her Name
Pharma built walls and counted on silence; Wildfire remembers every lie, every door, and how beautifully secrets burn.
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Third Time, Same Wound
Some stories do not become safer with familiarity. They simply learn exactly where to cut.
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Call Aunty Chy
In the middle of pain, a little voice asks for Aunty Chy, turning one ordinary call into proof of where comfort lives.
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The Echoing Sigh
A nameless spirit survives as a cold draft beneath old floorboards, haunting the house with the memory of a human name it forgot.
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What I Keep From the Wreckage
Healing means keeping the truth about mistakes and scars without letting either become the whole story.
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For Making Me Forget My Worth
She spent too long putting herself on trial for someone else’s silence before realizing the crime was never being too much.
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Things That Bloom in Ruins
Healing did not make her untouched; it taught roots to grow through wreckage and flowers to feed on what once tried to bury her.
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I Saw You Today
Seeing them again makes the heart remember softness for one second before reality answers with the distance that ended it.
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 