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 Last Thing I Owed You
A woman looks back at everything she tried to keep alive and finally names the last thing she ever owed the person who kept hurting her.
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Inches
A body learns to brace for impact even without touch when rage is close enough to feel on the skin.
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The Name He Knew
Before February took him, Darcy knew a little boy was coming and would carry his name into the future.
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I Understand You and Still Hate Your Choice
Understanding Moth Flight’s grief does not require forgiving the choice that hurt the kits who needed her most.
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When I Became the Messenger
She becomes the messenger carrying frightening news to someone she loves, wishing every call could have stayed ordinary.
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Rules for Everyone After Me
Moth Flight turned her own grief into a rule that denied every medicine cat after her the choices she once had.
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To the Sister I Lost in the Middle
A sisterly apology from the place where fear, protection, and broken trust collided hard enough to make two people lose each other in the middle.
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Christmas Between Us
A Christmas full of fear and divided loyalties becomes a memory of two people trying to protect different parts of the same family.
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Morally Black
Morally gray would be generous: dangerous men, dangerous women, revenge, blood, obsession, and love that never pretends to be clean.
Stay in the Garden
New poems, new rooms, and whatever blooms next—delivered without making you hunt through the archive for it.
