Vox Populi

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Lynn Emanuel: Some Notes on Intoxication and Simile

If my mother had not been an alcoholic, I might not have been a poet.

June 23, 2019 · 1 Comment

Kate Daniels: Detox  

So she wouldn’t judge, she practiced empathy, sitting for months in full lotus, palms open, thumb and forefinger touching to make a small circle she could empty her thoughts inside … Continue reading

October 27, 2018 · Leave a comment

Kate Daniels: Driving

That was the year that summer lingered and fall came on late.  I was still wearing sleeveless clothes when the temperatures fell, and the wind rose suddenly, and tore the … Continue reading

September 12, 2018 · Leave a comment

Kate Daniels: Relapse

Several of the young men from the treatment center are already dead.  They spanned the demographic spectrum so no conclusions can be made about why they did, or didn’t, make it. … Continue reading

August 13, 2018 · 1 Comment

Kate Daniels: Getting Clean 

i You can boil yourself down to the rudiments, all the way to the very bottom, and sit there pruning yourself to the compact form of a bouillon cube, its … Continue reading

July 25, 2018 · Leave a comment

Kate Daniels: At the Meetings They Say, “Detach with Love”

When the alcoholic fell before reaching The bed, and pissed his pants before Passing out, and shat himself, and puked Up what was left of lunch, and just lay there … Continue reading

July 9, 2018 · 1 Comment

Kate Daniels: Support Group

For a long time, each day was a bad day. Truthfully?  For years, each day was a bad day.   The nights were worse, but she could slide The deadbolt … Continue reading

May 27, 2018 · 2 Comments

Kate Daniels: Molecules

Whether it’s true or not, that all our molecules replace themselves each seven years, his body seems halfway new again, one year into sobriety. I keep my distance now but … Continue reading

May 7, 2018 · Leave a comment

Kate Daniels — The Addict’s Mother: Birth Story

She wasn’t watching when they cut him Out.  C-section, you know.  Green drape Obscuring the mound of ripened belly They extracted him from.  He spilled Out squalling, already starving.  Still … Continue reading

April 3, 2018 · Leave a comment

Kate Daniels: In the Midst of the Heroin Epidemic

When I heard the news that Cynthia’s daughter had died, all alone, slumped over on the ground beside a dumpster behind the convenience store where she’d made her final buy, … Continue reading

March 5, 2018 · 1 Comment

Michael Simms: Hammer

On East Carson Street, skinny white boys Slump in front of tattoo parlors Scratching their arms. Girls In short skirts take long pulls On cigs, stand in groups Smiling at … Continue reading

August 13, 2017 · 20 Comments

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