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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Mount Baby Laundry
Two babies somehow create enough laundry for a village, leaving one tired mother at the base of a mountain made entirely of tiny clothes.
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I Choose Joy
Choosing joy does not erase old pain; it simply refuses to let every bruise, promise, and goodbye own the rest of the story.
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The House Remembers Me
The walls remember every version of her—the tears, the coffee, the restless nights, and the woman who kept figuring out what came next.
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What the Moon Couldn’t Return
The moon could not return what was lost, but beneath it she learned to stop asking the sky to rebuild a life only she could keep living.
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Smoke Between Rooms
At 4:20, one brief smoke break becomes a seam between chores, sleeping children, and the tired body carrying the whole day.
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What the Forest Kept
The forest becomes a burial ground for old apologies, dead promises, and the version of herself who kept begging people to stay.
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The House Has Been Lived In
The house is a mess because people live here—laundry multiplies, toys migrate, dishes wait, and love takes up space.
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The Roads I No Longer Follow
She stopped mistaking chaos for love and learned to turn around when a road makes the body remember fear.
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The Garden That Waited
The past still lives in courtrooms, hospitals, and old names, but each morning the garden keeps proving life can grow beside memory.
Stay in the Garden
New poems, new rooms, and whatever blooms next—delivered without making you hunt through the archive for it.
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