Archive for the 'freedom' Category
Wednesday, April 27th, 2011
What we are presenting in our information is firsthand experience and knowledge of the education and programs offered to pre-trial and after sentenced inmates in the BOP. During these times and at most stages you are within the BOP, by utilizing education and positive program participation an inmate can make, if not complete, a big [...]
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Tuesday, April 5th, 2011
Again…….The weeks went by. Our ears were offered the sound of metal clanging. More steel bars re-enforceing here and there. To me; all needlessly. Our cell visited and visited roughly by guards taking all; leaving but a little. At least I was able to write some of a manuscript. The poor old man Sam, eyes [...]
Federal Prison System, George Martorano, The Crack Riot Chronicles, blog, freedom, justice department, loneliness, over populated prisons, prison cell, prisoner, yard | No Comments »
Monday, March 21st, 2011
I feel wolves at my soul’s door I feel ravens glaring down at me, down from naked branches that be I feel so lone in this full house; a house that beckoned like a trap And welcome to the age of prison I feel they took all the pretty seashells from the sea I feel [...]
Federal Prison System, George Martorano, Prison Overcrowding, Second Chance Act, blog, blogging, federal prison, freedom, inmate, justice department, law, legal, loneliness, no parole, non-violent crime, politics, prison, prison cell, prisoner, prisoners, story, strength, writing, writing skills, yard | No Comments »
Tuesday, December 4th, 2007
Birds play a part in prison-life; at least in mine. Being surrounded by walls and razorwired fences, the fowl have to come to us.
George Martorano, coleman, coleman correctional facility, federal prison, freedom, inmate, justice department, writing | 2 Comments »
Monday, June 11th, 2007
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.
George Martorano, country road, free, freedom, inmate, prison | 4 Comments »