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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Even Sick, the Morning Comes
Sick or not, motherhood still wakes with bottles, dishes, dogs, medicine, and the quiet strength of doing the next thing.
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3:33
At 3:33, cold coffee, a staring cat, and a candle with no breeze make inspiration feel suspiciously close to haunting.
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The Witching Hour
At three in the morning, the world goes quiet enough for old houses, moonlight, and sleepless women to remember each other’s names.
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Surviving
Grief is complex and personal, intertwining joy and pain; survival alone signifies resilience amidst profound loss and enduring memories.
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The Day the Ocean Stopped
A summer trip in Vancouver turns frightening when an almost-two-year-old’s warmth becomes the first sign that something is terribly wrong.
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I’m Working
The work may not come with a paycheck, but every poem and page is building something real one sentence at a time.
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Between the Chores
Some days the poems wait while bottles, laundry, little hands, and ordinary motherhood take the whole page.
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The Noon Light
By noon, ordinary chaos has returned—cold coffee, dishes, children, and the small holiness of a lived-in home.
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Here’s to the Rest of Our Lives
Two friends learn grief together and keep choosing each other through hospital rooms, cemeteries, laughter, and the years still ahead.
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The First Chapter
A five-year-old smile and a sleeping newborn become the first page of a family story no one knew would move so quickly.
Stay in the Garden
New poems, new rooms, and whatever blooms next—delivered without making you hunt through the archive for it.
Between Bruises & Blooms 