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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We Keep Finding Each Other
Some connections are terrible at staying and strangely gifted at finding their way back to the same conversation.
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If Timing Were a Place
If timing were somewhere they could meet, perhaps there would be a version of them that never had to keep saying goodbye.
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When Izzy Bear Roars
Izzy Bear may be soft, but socks, wrong-cut toast, empty snacks, and closed baby gates can still awaken the mighty forest creature.
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Goosifer
Most days she is Gabby Goose; sometimes Goosifer appears with a grin, a terrible idea, and absolutely no intention of listening.
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Izzy Bear
Izzy Bear tumbles into each morning soft, brave, curious, and already collecting tiny treasures from the world around her.
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Gabby Goose
Gabby Goose waddles through life collecting adventures and pieces of her mother’s heart before finally curling into stillness for the night.
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The Green Witch’s Chapel
An abandoned house becomes a green witch’s cathedral, where ivy writes spells and smoke rises beside a single flame.
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Smoke Offering
A candle and a little smoke become offerings to an old house that asks no questions and lets a tired heart leave something behind.
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House of the Hedge Witch
If she disappears, look where ivy devours forgotten houses and the hedge witch sits barefoot among candles, smoke, crows, and wild things.
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On the Other Side of the Rails
Through the crib rails, a mother watches one small dreamer and remembers that safety can look like the simplest ordinary promise.
Stay in the Garden
New poems, new rooms, and whatever blooms next—delivered without making you hunt through the archive for it.
