Between Bruises & Blooms

A poetry library for the things that bruise us, the things that bloom anyway, and everything we become in between.

Manitoba

Poetry rooted in Manitoba—prairie skies, long roads, cold seasons, summer storms, and the landscape that keeps finding its way into the lines.

  • The Storm Waited

    Only after the stroller is parked and the babies finally sleep does the sky release the storm it seemed to be holding for them.

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