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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I’m Sorry for the Weight I Handed You
An apology for the fear, information, and impossible weight handed to a sister during a crisis neither woman knew how to carry.
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Shade Was Supposed to Come Home
Shade was supposed to come home; sometimes that one sentence is the whole grief.
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The Woman Who Kept Saying Sorry
A poem about apologizing yourself smaller until your own voice finally returned.
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Affidavit
A few formal words ask memory to swear an oath, as though truth becomes more real only after a courtroom says it may speak.
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Fiction Has Better Doors
Fiction offers doors I can open without fear—and monsters I can turn off when reality starts closing in.
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My Brother. My Sister.
Three siblings stand inside the same family fire, each trying to protect someone they love without knowing how to hear the others.
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The Shape of Sgaeyl’s Absence
Some names are built to be spoken together; Sgaeyl’s absence leaves even Tairn sounding unfinished.
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The Emails I Never Regret
A poem about the messages that became stepping stones out of a damaging relationship.
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Bona Fide
Good faith was never just a signature; it lived in every class, meeting, requirement, phone call, and choice to keep showing up.
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The Worst Thing About an Unreliable Mind
An unreliable fictional mind mirrors anxiety’s cruelest question: can I trust what my own brain is telling me?
Stay in the Garden
New poems, new rooms, and whatever blooms next—delivered without making you hunt through the archive for it.
