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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Before Everyone Wakes
Before the children wake and the house fills with need, a few quiet minutes become enough room to hear herself again.
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The Friend Who Stayed
Loyalty is not loud; sometimes it is simply the person who keeps answering, showing up, and remembering you beneath everything life took.
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Ghost of the First Exhale
At four in the morning, she misses the heavy quiet that once softened sleeplessness, anxiety, and the relentless sprint inside her mind.
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Remember I Know Things
Secrets lose their power once fear stops feeding them, leaving peace as the only knowledge she needs to keep.
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The Boy with the Pelican
A photograph of a boy with a pelican becomes a doorway back to the voice that once crossed an ocean to make a frightened girl feel safe.
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Wrong Time, Right Person
At seventeen, safety arrived through a voice across the distance, leaving behind the ache of wondering what might have happened at another time.
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The One Who Stayed
Some people arrive like seasons; this is for the one who stayed through grief, hospital rooms, silence, and everything that followed.
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Dear Gabriella
A letter celebrating Gabriella’s observant little spirit and the quiet wisdom she has carried from the very beginning.
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The Honest Smoke
A late-night smoke does not promise to fix grief or erase hard realities; it simply offers a little honest quiet.
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Dear Isabella
A letter to Isabella, whose first cry stitched something back together in a mother who did not realize she was still broken.
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 