Today, Father’s Day, my thoughts have sorrow. I shall of course phone my daughter Francesca. Her brother, Raymond, who we lost to tragedy a few years back… his memory is with me ever so strong today. Why not?? For it is human. No matter how strong one can be, it is ok to have feelings. […]
Today, I find myself sitting here in the “yard”. I’m sitting on a low concrete divider that divides the grass from more concrete.
Not too far from me is a long line of inmates waiting to get into the chow hall… I watch them and write. Because of this blog I am never without a pad […]
When one’s thoughts become so pure and plain, it is either time to be released or die. For after so long of walls and their little warmth, I can smell the honeysuckle…still from my daydream.
Well, here I sit, pen in hand. Pondering again. For I am told this blog is getting some hits, but MORE would be better. I need lots of people involved as steadies. I am counting on your support to help me gain the relief I so deserve after 24 years.