Gabriel Rheaume is a word artist, tree lover, and a person in long term recovery. He has been published in print and various online sources. He is from Michigan and was born in 1982. Gabriel has a bachelor's degree in English from Wayne State University, in Detroit.

Ordinary World – By Gabe Rheaume

  I have a chart of protocol that says, “Let me be” at the manic sweet spot. When the world is rushing by and my mind is aglow. When I’m beautiful, and funny, and everyone loves me. Before I forget my illness brings unearthly joy before I become paranoid and afraid before the alcohol and drugs before I become the madness of night. Don’t take my happiness away I just found it. Don’t trade my paradise for a hospital bed, I wouldn’t do that to you. Don’t cage me in a prescription bottle. Don’t intervene. I will come back. I would come back if I knew I left. Maybe I wouldn’t.   This is how it is This is how I am… Isn’t it?   I’m floating through the vibrant rich landscape of the universe experiencing color for the first time. Don’t reel me back to the grey world of… Continue reading

Begging For Change – By Gabriel Rheaume

I want the public to treat addiction as a disease, and to see all of those afflicted as their brother, or sister, or neighbor. And then I thought, “How does the public see an addict.” “When I was in active addiction, why did people on the streets scoff at me?” So I put all of those thoughts together and put it all into a piece of photography. Continue reading

Dear Liz – By Gabriel Rheaume

  Dear Elizabeth, I didn’t know you, but I’ve been thinking about you for the past week, since you came up missing. I was following the story – and so was the rest of Michigan. I saw a picture of you with my friends at an NA convention over the winter. I thought you could probably be my friend too. When a drug addict comes up missing, any number of things could happen. I was hoping you were just hiding out in some bad neighborhood in Detroit, which is the best case scenario, but sadly that was not the case. They found your body today. You know this because you were watching and waiting when they finally found you. You were watching and waiting while your sister flew in from out of town to look for you. You were watching and waiting when your family and friends posted “Missing” flyers… Continue reading