Between Bruises & Blooms

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

toddler life

  • 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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  • When Goosifer Sleeps

    The household’s tiny chaos agent finally sleeps, transforming from Goosifer into a soft little snore wrapped around her mother.

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