Between Bruises & Blooms

A poetry library for the things that bruise us, the things that bloom anyway, and everything we become in between.

Storms

Thunder, rain, wind, dark skies, and the storms outside that so often know exactly what the storms inside feel like.

  • The Storm Waited

    Only after the stroller is parked and the babies finally sleep does the sky release the storm it seemed to be holding for them.

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