Archive for August, 2013

Allafair Rooker

Tuesday, August 27th, 2013

“My name is Allafair Rooker.” I speak out into the bright night. I speak as I sit upon night’s prairie ground. Ooh,I speak lowly to myself; I have to . And I have never seen such a moon. Such a full moon of such the loveliest shade of blue. A moon so blue so large, […]


Saturday, August 17th, 2013

Blood and Oatmeal It is 1914 in the year of our Lord. The harsh land of which such men dwell is the Northwest Terrorities, Canada. Yet, this certain land I speak of is, Bootha Peninsula. An extending land mass surrounded by frozen sea’s on three sides. Reaching far out into the barren wasteland of the […]

Poetic Found

Saturday, August 17th, 2013

The high sky over the prison wall, tis a newborn red of dying embers. Giving off a glow on the distant treetops as if top hats of light. The sun crawls, easing itself towards this huge home of caged men. There, razor wire adorning the high walls sparkles from the silent, slow, dripping dew. Hundreds […]

In the Indifference

Saturday, August 17th, 2013

I still have a heart to give, of prison I must live to live Mind and breath come before soul’s test, my God my God insanity at the crest. Events from hate opens the worst gate. Steady boy steady remain as you do, kiss the sky never feel blue. Steel bunks will be, sleep sleep […]