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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Reading Myself
The questions changed from who will love me to what part of myself I buried, and suddenly the cards became kinder.
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The Hermit Writes at 3 A.M.
At three in the morning, every poem becomes another lantern on the long road back to herself.
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Midnight Keeps My Name
Midnight has witnessed the ink, cold coffee, motherhood, ghosts, and every unfinished version of her that found a voice after dark.
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July Fifteenth
July fifteenth asks one heart to celebrate a son’s birthday while quietly remembering the pregnancy and grief stitched into the same date.
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The Shape of Staying
A love accepted in a smaller shape just to keep one particular person close leaves worth and regret deliberately unresolved.
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To the Woman Who Leaves Footprints in My Comments
A familiar commenter keeps returning to the same haunted houses and poems, becoming a quiet companion at the edge of the lantern light.
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2:00 A.M. Motherhood
At two in the morning, cold coffee, laundry, and a judgmental cat hold up the same house motherhood keeps running through the dark.
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If My Mind Were Hung in a Museum
A mind displayed like art would look tragic from a distance, until someone stayed long enough to notice the survival inside every crack.
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See You Tomorrow
The page went quiet because healing asked for rest, but the words never left—they were only waiting for tomorrow.
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Three Little Pokes
Six tiny needles and two tearful little girls turn a routine appointment into another lesson in how brave small bodies can be.
Stay in the Garden
New poems, new rooms, and whatever blooms next—delivered without making you hunt through the archive for it.
