Between Bruises & Blooms

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

writing journey

  • While the Book Learned My Name

    I waited for my bookto become realwith flour on my shirtand sugar stuck to the counter. I waitedwhile marshmallows meltedinto something soft enoughto hold together,which felt a little too familiar. Twenty-one peanut butter cookies.Twenty-four banana muffins.Forty-eight chocolate chip cookies.A whole pan of Rice Krispie squarescooling beneath the kitchen light. Ninety-three little distractionsand a pan full…

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  • Building Between Bruises and Blooms

    One poem became pages, collections, and finally a home where every grieving, healing, loving, surviving version of her could belong.

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