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

    Home – By Gabriel Rheaume

      It was the anniversary of her birthday as he sat on the beach. It’s the end of summer in Michigan and the campers are packing up, people are closing their cottages, and everyone is getting ready to go home. The leaves have yet to change and the air is still warm. He remembers sitting there with her, remembers how they were comfortable. Remembers how everything was simple, how everything was beautiful. They were watching the seagulls when he said, “You can almost tell by the way they land that this beach is home.” She looked at him and smiled then rested her head on his shoulder while they watched the waves together. It’s been twelve years since that day, but he still goes to the lake every year to think about it, to think about life and death, to think about her. This is the first year that he’s… 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