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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Building Between Bruises and Blooms
One poem became pages, collections, and finally a home where every grieving, healing, loving, surviving version of her could belong.
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Why I Write
Writing the hard things is not about making pain beautiful; it is about finding honest words and refusing to hide what survived.
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Before We Knew Loss
A memory of who two friends were before grief taught them how fragile laughter, plans, and ordinary days could become.
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Lucifer Learns
A frightened cat slowly learns that love can mean patience, choice, and hands that never force what trust is not ready to give.
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HoneySpark
A rescued kitten becomes a small, bright reminder that second chances can arrive on four paws and quietly turn into home.
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Watching Theo Become a Big Brother
Theo becomes a big brother by instinct, tending his little sisters with the easy love of a child who never needed to be taught how to care.
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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.
Stay in the Garden
New poems, new rooms, and whatever blooms next—delivered without making you hunt through the archive for it.
