Pretty PluviophileLeft abandoned, wounds gaping wide open Caused by my need to please your every whim My mouth is…Memories haunt my dreams forcing me to wake gasping for air And begging a long forgotten God for relief But still the phantom ghosts of…Sep 14, 2016Sep 14, 2016
Pretty PluviophileI was not made for this world.Sticks and stones, they break bones but words, they kill your soul.May 11, 2015May 11, 2015
Pretty PluviophileI do not belong hereThis world was not made for broken things that no one wants. It was not made for the kind or the creative. It was not made for the poets or…Feb 23, 2015Feb 23, 2015
Pretty PluviophileTo the pretty demon not hiding under my bed: Why the Best Kids books are written in Blood Why the…Feb 3, 2015Feb 3, 2015
Pretty PluviophileFlash of RedI once new this girl… she was kind, strong, and compassionate despite all the horrors that had happened to her over the course of her…Jan 31, 2015Jan 31, 2015
Pretty PluviophileAliveI stumbled upon “Another Rape Poem” by Brenna Twohy tonight trying to watch something that would make me forget but these powerful words…Jan 16, 2015Jan 16, 2015
Pretty PluviophileThe cruelest most selfish form of love: Response to “A Crime of Compassion” By Barbara HuttmanThe cruelest most selfish form of love: Response to “A Crime of Compassion” By Barbara Huttman The essay “A Crime of Compassion” was…Dec 15, 2014Dec 15, 2014
Pretty PluviophileSurviving Abuse: Nurture vs. NatureI recently had a conversation with my daughter that started with 1 sentence and brought back too many horrid memories. She is a daydreamer…Dec 15, 2014Dec 15, 2014
Pretty PluviophileSanity Survival for the Single Parent: What Single Parenting taught meAs I sat alone on the floor of my master bath, in my too big for two people beautiful house, waiting, as this three minute eternity crept…Nov 17, 2014Nov 17, 2014
