hypocritepoet

Bodies in motion never stop wanting

Siri kept pinging me.

The cancer isn't just in her spine.

Hope— hope springs eternal, but I'm finding the well dry of late.

My wife's sister is dying of cancer.

I realized some time ago that nothing exists in a vacuum

Yesterday was so heavy, and the coming days aren't any lighter, so here's an easy read today with nothing more than a bunch of sketches.

A series of essays exploring my experiences with alcohol and alcoholism

My mother is an alcoholic.

I HATE saying this. I hate saying the words,

I have a scar on my left wrist. It is the shape of a scorpion.

Some days I resent moving back to my home town. And some days are like today.

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