Writing While Doing Life

There is hardly a week that goes by that someone doesn’t lose their life in there. Disease, old age, overdose, suicide and plain old murder keeps the steady stream of corpses flowing out of the gate at a constant rate week after week, month after month, year after...
All Sales Are Final

All Sales Are Final

My attitude about my situation, it strikes some as weird. After all, I’m serving life and have done so now going on fifteen years. “Don’t you ever want to get out?” they ask. “What about all you are missing; all life’s niceties–surely there is something in the free...

Will It Be Enough?

The circle for today, as marked on the calendar, did not form, like standing on the dry cracked earth waiting for the rain beneath an endless blue sky. The hearts meant to be there were at home and did not, could not make the journey because today hatred won as it...