by cici reagan | May 5, 2018 | addiction and recovery
sometimes i look out the window and realize how far away i am. time is a farce but distance is real and i wonder if home is still home or a harbor for change so i’ll, eventually, return to a memory of a ghost of what old stomping grounds felt like beneath my...
by cici reagan | Dec 29, 2017 | addiction and recovery
It is not a shiny thing, a room full of coffee cups and the shakes and the voices of people telling all the same story just wrapped up a little different. it isn’t easy. they come in and out and you pray to the higher power you created or discovered or whatever...
by cici reagan | Dec 11, 2016 | addiction and recovery
I smell like the store I bought this shirt from. It reeks of Instant gratification. I want a cigarette But my coffee cup is empty And anyway It’s cold out there. I stare at the people outside And pretend their nicotine Is for me. I found the historic part of...
by cici reagan | Jul 29, 2016 | addiction and recovery
A year ago today, I published a poem along with text messages from my father, outing him as an abuser and an alcoholic who refuses to take responsibility for his actions. I was always there for him and remain unappreciated. I have forgiven him for what he has done to...
by cici reagan | Jul 21, 2016 | relationships
The following is just a quick little poem dedicated to my partner, Si. I am reaping the benefits of his secret photography during our time apart. He likes to take pictures. He has one of those Fancy cameras With the lenses You can take on and off. He takes...