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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What the Southern Breeze Whispered to My Soul
A southern breeze becomes a quiet reminder that surviving is not the same as living, and blooming after wildfire requires no apology.
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The Gospel According to Goosifer
Goosifer believes cupboards are kingdoms, “no” is negotiable, and every terrible idea deserves at least one enthusiastic attempt.
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The Last Email
A poem about the moment explaining stops and survival becomes the only answer.
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What My Skin Forgot
The bruises faded, but the body remembers. A poem about surviving abuse, relearning safety, and blooming from the places once left black and blue.
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Shuffling the Night
At three in the morning, cards slide through the silence while an empty chair seems just a little too occupied.
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Her Safe Place
A little sister settles beneath her brother’s arm, learning safety in the quiet way he simply makes room for her.
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I Carry Pain Quietly
She learned to fold pain into laundry and coffee cups until silence looked like strength from the outside.
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The Distance Between Heartbeats
Songs, sky, coffee, and ordinary absences keep carrying one familiar person back into a heart that almost learned how to stop looking.
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Tiny Demon, Big Heart
Goosifer barrels through the house like every boundary is an invitation, then melts back into a soft little girl the second she climbs into Mom’s lap.
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After Everything
After everything, softness still matters: laughter, sunlight, ordinary joy, and the hope of love that does not feel like another storm.
Stay in the Garden
New poems, new rooms, and whatever blooms next—delivered without making you hunt through the archive for it.
