The Library

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

  • The Thought That Almost Kept Me There

    Somewhere between packed boxes and the road out of British Columbia lived the quiet thought that almost made her stay.

  • Midnight Nachos

    Butterflies show up somewhere between midnight nachos, teasing messages, and the kind of ordinary conversation that feels unexpectedly electric.

  • When Goosifer Sleeps

    The household’s tiny chaos agent finally sleeps, transforming from Goosifer into a soft little snore wrapped around her mother.

  • When My Phone Lights Up

    Years disappear whenever one familiar name lights up her phone and her heart remembers how to be fourteen again.

  • Shift Change

    One twin finally closes her eyes just as the other wakes, passing the night shift between them like a perfectly coordinated little conspiracy.

  • The Baby Who Refused the Night

    One wide-awake baby turns midnight into a private little world of moonlit stories while everyone else has already surrendered to sleep.

  • The Smile Nobody Sees

    Before she even reads the message, her smile recognizes the name—proof that memory lives as much in the body as the mind.

  • 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.

  • 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.

  • Unfinished Business

    Some people become memories; others remain questions, carried through oceans, years, and the unfinished possibility of what might have been.

Stay in the Garden

New poems, new rooms, and whatever blooms next—delivered without making you hunt through the archive for it.