Hopelessly Inappropriate Thoughts

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About me

  • Smoke Spirits

    Let’s go back to before my accident…It’s 1990, at a blowout bonfire at the end of school next to Midwest cornfield, I stood staring into the flames dancing hot waves, and I felt warmed deep in my soul, not from the heat of the fire, but as if an invisible smoke spirit floated from the… Read more

  • A Joyful Tear

    I A joyful tear drops on my breast whilst watching the face in the mirror beat drums upon a colorful chest, reflecting what I want to be thinking, if only I could. Here, at the end of my finger tips, when there’s a mess going on in the world and at home, and I want to… Read more

  • The REAL Me

    I’m done hiding. My anxiety will not longer preclude me from being me. Both sides of my Gemini twins are cheering for me to break free! Instead of smoke and mirrors, I will find my voice, show my beauty and my warts. Believe it when I say my other half has always known what kinds… Read more

  • Leftovers

    Who likes leftovers? Tastes bland and blogs the belly down with a gut bloat. That’s what I get every evening, whether he goes Frisbee golfing or stays in the garage reclining, I get next to no substance, just irritation or quietly ignoring me. No one happy. I don’t say anything. I won’t rock my boat… Read more

  • kissing a moment past

    Fetal position at the bottom of a basket hanging by strings beneath a rainbow balloon full of hot air floating adrift up, UP UP and AWAY I want to stay high! In fact, I want the fire to blow me higher!!! I know fantasy doesn’t last, but the only time I feel my heart beat… Read more

  • from stress

    I wish I could floatacross the sky line…no longer bogged down BOYANT, AWAY I GOMountain and trees up toptickle my toes  I’d travel the world roundnever tiring of the show! YES! For today, for a timeI’ll stay a cloud floatingaway from my cramped mind. You can come and join me!From stress, FREE we’ll fly! (I… Read more

  • Inspiration Aligned

    Inspiration illuminates the insane lack of inspiration I’ve had over the last few years. I battle the world quietly in a broken body and brain instead of actually accomplishing anything but ensuring my kids get a loving rearing. I’ve been turned ON! INSPIRED! Even as livid eyes from across the room tell me how stupid… Read more

  • Face It

    Cracked glass clouded by steam, the reflection skewed reality, my face distorted, monstrous! That’s why I cover mirrors. Sometimes, someone sees me, wheels making me too obvious, and I ponder what they think… “You’re so strong!” One exclaimed. Muscles atrophied to skin ‘n’ bone long ago, weakness whittled from could to should to won’t with… Read more

  • Chronic

    I am chronic PAIN painted as pleasure (inhaling moon rocks, to clear the chronic smoke). I dance defiance INSIRATION my salvation (eating my paralysis) in search of chronic peace. Read more

  • SMACK

    WHACK-SMACK! Reality’s back. I twist my hair into a stiff bun, pick up my broom, sweeping lines of longing under the rug.. I’ve lived alone on the border of Arizona and Mexico, Phoenix, Flagstaff, Denver and Littleton, Colorado, and many towns in Indiana. I did alone well. I used to go to bars and concerts… Read more