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 Forest Is Quiet
Goosifer folds her wings, Izzy Bear finds her den, and at last the whole little forest of a household becomes quiet.
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The Family I Found
Family is sometimes found, not inherited—in the people who stay quietly enough that their kindness eventually becomes home.
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We Learned Grief Together
Two friends learn grief side by side, discovering that loss does not end so much as permanently change the rhythm of breathing.
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The Thought That Almost Kept Me There
Somewhere between packed boxes and the road out of British Columbia lived the quiet thought that almost made her stay.
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Midnight Nachos
Butterflies show up somewhere between midnight nachos, teasing messages, and the kind of ordinary conversation that feels unexpectedly electric.
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When Goosifer Sleeps
The household’s tiny chaos agent finally sleeps, transforming from Goosifer into a soft little snore wrapped around her mother.
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When My Phone Lights Up
Years disappear whenever one familiar name lights up her phone and her heart remembers how to be fourteen again.
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Shift Change
One twin finally closes her eyes just as the other wakes, passing the night shift between them like a perfectly coordinated little conspiracy.
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The Baby Who Refused the Night
One wide-awake baby turns midnight into a private little world of moonlit stories while everyone else has already surrendered to sleep.
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The Smile Nobody Sees
Before she even reads the message, her smile recognizes the name—proof that memory lives as much in the body as the mind.
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 