Somedays it’s black and white, while somedays are gray and pale. Year to year caged has a heavy grip on my shoulders. Then sometimes through the fog coming off the steel and stone, I’ll get a simple change of freshness. It came not long ago. I was moved to a better cell block, cleaner and [...]

Jenkins was a sleep,or was he? Three are two kinds of sleep when caged up that puts one between two worlds. a living one, and a dead living one. The talk with Alice prior to him dozing, about the deep shit she was in because she prepared, premeditated the whole thing. Shooting him in a [...]

George Martorano was a low level “pot” dealer in the 70′s-he was approched by “agents”, and supposedly led a 3 year, 75 MILLION dollar, drug smuggling ring-after 3 years of “agent orchastrated” drug deals that George could have never done WITHOUT them, he was arrested, plead guilty, and was given a LIFE NO PAROLE sentence. [...]

It is night, I sit alone in a small closet on the second level of my cell block.

I am asked at times… “What’s it like?” “My God, how do you do it?”… and all I can say is… “Here I remain, here, you can find me through my pen.”