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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Dear Theodore
A letter to Theo, the rainbow boy whose joy arrived without replacing grief and reminded a wounded heart how to hold sunlight again.
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Dear MaKenna
A mother writes to the daughter she held for only hours, imagining the girl she might have become and loving her through every unanswered question.
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Dear Emerson
A letter to the boy who first made her a mother, carrying years of ordinary memories, fierce love, and all the things no photograph can hold.
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Cheesecake at 4 A.M.
At four in the morning, sleeplessness, moonlight, and cheesecake become the strange little ritual of a mind that refuses to power down.
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Dangerous Things
Desire feels dangerous when one person makes every carefully built wall around the heart suddenly seem negotiable.
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At 2 A.M.
At two in the morning, missing someone lives in coffee, songs, unfinished conversations, and reflexively reaching for the phone.
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Smoke Between the Cracks
Smoke becomes a small place to unclench when grief and the world demand more weight than one body should have to carry.
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One Day
A hope for the day relief no longer comes with judgment, conditions, or the fear of losing everything she has fought for.
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Green Therapy
Somewhere between therapy and the forest, smoke becomes a ritual for quiet, creativity, laughter, and returning to yourself.
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 