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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After the Last Bottle
After the last bottle and the day’s final demand, a quiet smoke becomes less about escape and more about returning to herself.
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The First Time I Called You Family
Friendship quietly crosses the invisible line into family through years of laughter, heartbreak, ordinary Tuesdays, and choosing one another.
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Unfinished Business
Some people become memories; others remain questions, carried through oceans, years, and the unfinished possibility of what might have been.
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Building Between Bruises and Blooms
One poem became pages, collections, and finally a home where every grieving, healing, loving, surviving version of her could belong.
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Why I Write
Writing the hard things is not about making pain beautiful; it is about finding honest words and refusing to hide what survived.
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Before We Knew Loss
A memory of who two friends were before grief taught them how fragile laughter, plans, and ordinary days could become.
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Lucifer Learns
A frightened cat slowly learns that love can mean patience, choice, and hands that never force what trust is not ready to give.
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HoneySpark
A rescued kitten becomes a small, bright reminder that second chances can arrive on four paws and quietly turn into home.
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Watching Theo Become a Big Brother
Theo becomes a big brother by instinct, tending his little sisters with the easy love of a child who never needed to be taught how to care.
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 