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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Pieces of Chalk
A Grade 1 note about pieces of chalk becomes a record of a child trying to describe fear with the limited vocabulary school had given him.
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The House Was Already Haunted
Parsons Manor is full of ghosts, but the living shadows watching Adeline are far more dangerous than the dead.
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Punching Bag
She was never the enemy—only the nearest place someone else could throw the pain they refused to carry themselves.
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Every Time She Said Sister
Each time Gabby says “sister,” Beaner turns toward her, answering with recognition, smiles, and love that needs no translation.
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It’s Yours Now
Xaden leaves Violet a marriage, a house, Tyrrendor, and an inheritance when the only thing she would have chosen was him.
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Before We Knew
Before the crisis had a name, two people were already learning how quickly ordinary conversations can turn into sirens.
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Mira Was Not Allowed to Die
Mira does not have to die to make the grief arrive; sometimes the possibility of losing her is enough.
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The Man I Ran To
A poem about leaving one dangerous place only to mistake another for safety.
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Consent Isn’t Complicated
Consent is not complicated: ask, wait, respect the answer. A notification is never permission.
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The First Shadow at Parsons Manor
Long before Adeline and Zade, Gigi and Ronaldo left their own shadow inside the walls and journals of Parsons Manor.
Stay in the Garden
New poems, new rooms, and whatever blooms next—delivered without making you hunt through the archive for it.
