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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The Song Was Called Tomorrow
A love song called Tomorrow once promised a future; years later, it becomes proof that tenderness and danger once lived in the same story.
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The Song Was Called Don’t Go
A song begging her not to go once sounded like devotion; later, it reveals how easily being needed can masquerade as being loved.
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You Knew You Needed to Change
He knew he needed to change, and that knowledge became the very thing that kept hope alive long after recognition stopped meaning action.
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This Was Never a Game
A poem about being accused of playing games when the relationship had always been painfully real.
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You Left Me Between Drinks
One person’s heartbreak barely interrupts the other’s night out, revealing how unevenly love can end.
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Just Wanted to Get His Dick Wet
A cruel sentence reduces an entire relationship to sex, forcing a woman to separate being wanted from being loved.
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You Held Up My Skin for Strangers
A private body is turned into public spectacle, exposing not the woman in the photograph but the entitlement of the person who shared it.
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The Wall Behind Me Remembered
The wall keeps the mark even when memory tries to minimize it: something sharp crossed the room, and someone was standing there.
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He Always Missed
He always missed, but survival eventually stops treating bad aim as mercy and names the violence for what it was.
Stay in the Garden
New poems, new rooms, and whatever blooms next—delivered without making you hunt through the archive for it.
