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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12:10 p.m.
At 12:10 p.m., one sleepy child opens her eyes and morning finally begins on her own stubborn schedule.
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I Walk Paths Littered with Regrets
Regret may line the path behind her, but it does not get to choose the direction of the next step.
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Summer Kissed Me Goodbye
Summer leaves the way some loves do: warm on the skin, already fading before you realize it was the last time.
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Sea Salt In My Veins
The ocean lives in her like inheritance—salt, tide, ache, and the pull toward places that feel older than memory.
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A Bowl of Joy for Breakfast.
Joy can be ordinary enough to serve for breakfast: small, messy, sweet, and gone before you realize you needed it.
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The Crow Girl
The village feared the crows; she listened to them, carrying feathers, wildness, and a name older than the one she was given.
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It wasn’t the devil. It was you.
The harm did not come from some abstract darkness; it had a familiar face, a familiar voice, and choices that belonged to you.
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Grandma Vicki’s Cheesecake
A family recipe becomes a memory of sticky fingers, sleepy smiles, and love passed down one bite at a time.
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Becoming
Becoming means naming who she is now without softening it, and deciding which old versions no longer get to come along.
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 