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 Storm Waited
Only after the stroller is parked and the babies finally sleep does the sky release the storm it seemed to be holding for them.
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The Frog in the Road
A tiny frog in the road becomes a reminder that motherhood teaches the eye to notice fragile lives the world might otherwise pass by.
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She Smelled Like Home
A well-loved tortoiseshell beneath a streetlight pauses just long enough to share a little softness before returning to the home she already knows.
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The Night We Needed Each Other
A desperate two-in-the-morning stroller walk becomes the night a tired mother and her daughters find a little beauty outside the walls.
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2 A.M. Walk
When sleep refuses the whole family, a stroller and the empty streets turn a brutal 2 A.M. into something almost gentle.
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The Man I’ll Build a Family With
Another baby is not the dream by itself; the dream is partnership with someone who reaches for the work, the children, and the life beside her.
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The Next Time I Say Yes
She still believes in love, but the next yes must belong to someone who loves the whole family—not merely the woman at its center.
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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.
Stay in the Garden
New poems, new rooms, and whatever blooms next—delivered without making you hunt through the archive for it.
