Hopelessly Inappropriate Thoughts

h.i. creativity

self-psychology poetry

  • 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

  • That ‘P’ Word

    It’s that ‘P‘ word that eludes me lately. I search each day for that ‘P‘ in my memory, dressed as the lovely lit up ghost of a childhood friend, who began teasing me when I was ten, always up to have some fun, and Oh, how hot I got when that ‘P‘ came around! It’s… Read more

  • Spring UP

    Rebirth: a bird burned to scorched earth. Feathers old Replaced. Time flies a new face Reframed. A peacock plumes eyes watch sky bright blue anew. Rejuvenation I Re-Claim. A Re-Try Remains… Read more