When you’re on the walk, to your imminent death, Rattling with glee jail cell doors, you get to eat one last dish. … What foods does the inmate choose? It’s mostly cultural and familial and habit, What fatty concoction does the murderer muse? Chicken and fries? Victim blood in a chalice? … It’s a … Continue reading
The glass fell over the edge, it shattered. The drunk fell with it, blood splattered. … “Call an ambulance”, thinks the drinker, “No no, sleep it off, I’ll be fine”. In the drunk’s mind, tomorrow’s another day, don’t think about things… … In his stupor, with blood spewing, bathroom towels become, the cure of the … Continue reading
Went to a local club/pub for a trivia night with some old high school friends I haven’t seen in ages. Well, it was called off and I didn’t find out in time, because I only have Facebook messenger on my home computer and for some reason haven’t asked for any of their phone numbers yet. … Continue reading
I’m here, somewhere in between misery and complacence, What is life, though? A journey from start to finish, born all fingers and all toes, A river we’re THROWN into, forced to row! … I didn’t ask to be born, I don’t want to die, mind you, I like being here, the stars and my life … Continue reading
A Collection of Blogs Written By Men & Women In Prison
Discussing views and opinions on the beautiful game
Just terrific Amazon Discounts.
Sometimes writing poems let's me forget about the huge sums of debt I'm accumulating while at college
Wandering worlds, wondering words...
Poetry and pictures with a sharp crow sensibility by Mark Tulin
Freeing ourselves from the smoking habit