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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Blood with a Barcode
They wanted a hero they could put on a poster. They got Wildfire instead. She doesn’t wear a halo, follow orders, or intend to save the whole world—only the pieces Pharma poisoned. 🔥
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The Morning Found Me Before Sleep Did
Morning arrives from the wrong side of insomnia, catching her awake as darkness packs itself away one pale color at a time.
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The Forest Brought Me Briar
The forest seems to understand wounded things, sending home a kitten whose thorns are only fear wearing fur.
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Briar Came Home
A little feral creature arrives with claws, teeth, and every reason not to trust hands—then slowly discovers what softness can mean.
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What I Should Have Survived
Some cravings survive long after the danger does, leaving the body to remember what the mind already knows was poison.
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Homesick for Somewhere I Hated
She hated the place while she lived there, yet memory still aches for its mountains, smoke-filled summers, and the person she was inside them.
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Five A.M. Is for Bad Decisions
At five in the morning, desire whispers a familiar name even while every scar remembers exactly why wanting is not the same as safety.
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I Know the Floor Plan
She knows darkness well enough to walk it with her eyes closed, which may be exactly why she is finally learning how to leave.
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The Night I Took My Daughters to Meet the Moon
When sleep would not come, she wrapped two tired daughters into a stroller and carried their exhaustion outside to meet the moon.
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Pretty Things Have Teeth
Softness was never the same as harmlessness; roses have thorns, pretty things have teeth, and survival taught her how to use both.
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 