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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Cheesecake at 4 A.M.
At four in the morning, sleeplessness, moonlight, and cheesecake become the strange little ritual of a mind that refuses to power down.
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Dangerous Things
Desire feels dangerous when one person makes every carefully built wall around the heart suddenly seem negotiable.
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At 2 A.M.
At two in the morning, missing someone lives in coffee, songs, unfinished conversations, and reflexively reaching for the phone.
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Smoke Between the Cracks
Smoke becomes a small place to unclench when grief and the world demand more weight than one body should have to carry.
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One Day
A hope for the day relief no longer comes with judgment, conditions, or the fear of losing everything she has fought for.
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Green Therapy
Somewhere between therapy and the forest, smoke becomes a ritual for quiet, creativity, laughter, and returning to yourself.
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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.
Stay in the Garden
New poems, new rooms, and whatever blooms next—delivered without making you hunt through the archive for it.
