Archives for October 2016

#10 Prison is time

When you're reminded of time with hard days, sleepless nights, and lonely stretches when there's no one to tell you that it will be okay, time crawls by like a hearse on four flat tires.

#9 Twenty years

She's right there in front of me, but as far away as the moon

#8 Undead: voices from the grave

There is purpose even within these walls that wail with the tales of countless condemned souls

#7 Bad men

The first thing a condemned murderer said to me this morning was, 'May peace and blessings be upon you'

#6 Blood on my sleeves

Every stitch of this red jumpsuit gives me something to think about