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Category:
Poetry
Publisher: KTC Publishing Phase IIC Coaching, LLC
Type: Fiction
Pages: 94
Copyright: Sept. 21, 2016
Price: $0.99 (eBook)
This award-winning poet shares his heart and soul with readers on a journey through addiction and recovery.
We Can 3: A Collection of Poetry; A Journey Through Addiction and Recovery is the author’s eighth book. This work is the author’s fourth collection of poetry; his first was Tumbleweeds published by Feather Books in the United Kingdom in 2002. The author’s poetry reflects the struggles of life in addiction, recovery, and his experiences and in the lives of others that he witnessed over the last four decades. His hopes are that his poetry books and other addiction recovery books and manuals will help individuals and family members to get a deeper understanding of the disease of addiction, the solution to the problem, and the program of action that promotes change in the substance abuser. Reverend Dr. Coughlin hopes to provide clarity, understanding, education, prevention, and awareness about addiction and recovery. This book is dedicated to all those who have lost their lives and their families because of addiction, and to the late Rev. Dr. Sebastian Paul Costa who passed on in October of 2015 due to prostate cancer; Paul was one of Kevin’s greatest mentors.
PLEASE VISIT www.theaddiction.expert for other books written and published by Rev. Dr. Kevin T. Coughlin Ph.D., there you can join his mailing lists for advanced notice on his next books, trainings, and live events.
Excerpt
Have Another!
Go ahead and have another!
Life is short,
why not
have one more?
The lights go up
and the music stops.
“Hotel motel time,
you don’t have to
go home but
you can’t stay here;
glasses we need everyone’s
glasses!”
The bouncers and staff
herd the last customers
out the doors.
We’re all better drivers,
when we drink,
or so we think.
Tires squealing like piglets
on every turn.
Music blaring,
faster and faster,
false confidence,
just before
the smoke and flames,
the crack of the broken leg;
the taste of blood and metal,
skull split wide open,
a thousand knives,
heart pounding,
blood spraying,
only the moon sees
as life is leaving.
Yeah,
go ahead
have another…
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