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Publisher: KTC Publishing Phase IIC Coaching, LLC
Type: Non-Fiction
Pages: 133
Copyright: February 9, 2017
Price: $0.99 (eBook)
An Anthology of the We Can Poetry Series, a Journey Through Addiction and Recovery, Spirituality, grief, love, life, hope, family, friends, God, Country, and more.
We Can, the Anthology: A Collection of Poetry; A Journey Through Addiction and Recovery is the author’s thirteenth book. This work contains poetry from the We Can Poetry Series and a few extras. This work is the author’s fifth 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 all those who work to save the lives of those who continue to suffer from addiction.
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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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