Voices on Addiction: The Opposite of Hallelujah
When I imagine his days, the loneliness of it all makes my chest tighten.
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Join NOW!When I imagine his days, the loneliness of it all makes my chest tighten.
...moreThis may be a reclamation story.
...moreIf my body is a bill to pay, my voice will be singing the receipts.
...moreA seagull plummeted into the wounded water.
...moreI imagine the box of obsidian flakes and chunks at home—gathered from explorations in the desert. Their edges cut through skin, draw blood.
...moreSomewhere along the way, the salty fresh sea breezes of the beach are replaced by the drier, more metallic air of my mother’s neighborhood. It might as well be a different continent.
...moreJason had his dragon at Colchis, Theseus had his Minotaur on Crete, Odysseus had his cannibals in their city of Telepylos, and you will have found your own monsters in Philadelphia.
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