Archive for October, 2015

Francesca's Rain

Tuesday, October 27th, 2015

It has not rained since my short release from prison. It did today. And yes, although rain tis rain… tis not today. For my loving daughter Francesca is now by my side. You see, the first rain drop was for me. Yet, each and all that fell after that. Each rain drop that come’th. Could […]

Rap Of Crickets

Saturday, October 24th, 2015

There…. Coleman Prison. Arrived 2003. Left 2015. A place of many numbered men. A place where breath of prisoner lives. Where breath at times divorced lung only to bachelor convict to the hereafter. Yes, there I existed, not lived. I lived so where I sweat left my body as pain. Where my tears burned running […]


Friday, October 16th, 2015

“At LAST”…… Every night as I lay my head on my pillow, my last thought is not of my lonely brother in the dark steel cell “AT LAST” ….. Every morning I don’t have to put on my armor of strength around my heart to function all day “AT LAST” ….. The holidays and celebrations […]


Friday, October 9th, 2015

It is of a spider, the structure I mean, Holmesburg Prison (now condemned). The center body, then channels of cell blocks extending from. Of course the inmate chow hall walls, poorly drawn, large murals. Murals of gray and red upon the gray, ugly green…. And where I was cornered within my first prison riot years […]