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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My Teddy Bear
Teddy Bear is not about being little; it is the feeling of safety carried in Theo’s hugs, sleepy head, and familiar smile.
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When Theo Smiles
One grin from Theo can change the whole room, reminding everyone nearby that children carry light without even knowing it.
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The Woman in the Ivy
The locals say a woman never left the ivy house; one quiet night, an unfamiliar exhale beside the candle makes the story feel less like folklore.
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The Widow’s House
Black-laced branches, a cracked stone step, and a doorway barely touched by candlelight mark a house that does not wish to be fully seen.
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The Candle Knows
A candle burns impossibly still while an old house seems to remember every life that ever passed through its walls.
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Where Ghosts Go to Smoke
Maybe ghosts smoke too; something upstairs answers while the candle throws impossible shadows and the exhaled smoke never comes back out.
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The House That Watches
The candle bows toward an empty doorway before she understands the old house is not as abandoned as it appears.
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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.
Stay in the Garden
New poems, new rooms, and whatever blooms next—delivered without making you hunt through the archive for it.
