by Rob Allbee | Jun 1, 2017 | From the Inside, Prison Writings
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...
by Anonymous | Jun 1, 2017 | From the Outside, Prison Writings
We, however, are not prisoners. No traps or snares are set about us, and there is nothing which should intimidate or worry us. We are set down in life as in the element to which we best correspond, and over and above this we have through thousands of years of...
by Anonymous | Jun 1, 2017 | From the Outside, Prison Writings
It’s possible I am pushing through solid rock in flintlike layers, as the ore lies, alone; I am such a long way in I see no way through, and no space: everything is close to my face, and everything close to my face is stone. I don’t have much knowledge yet in grief so...
by Patrick Nolan | Jun 1, 2017 | From the Inside, Prison Writings
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...
by Shaman’s Key | Jun 1, 2017 | From the Inside, Prison Writings
So you want to sit in the fire. Let those who have tell you, let them tell you that mostly it means getting your butt burned, a mouthful of guts, of blood, tears you prayed you’d never have to cry and risking betrayal when you hang naked. But let them also tell you...
by Rob Allbee | Oct 22, 2003 | From the Inside, Prison Writings
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...
