Archive for the 'George Martorano' Category

America The Gray

Tuesday, January 31st, 2012

His eyes opened. His nose smells. His right hand reaches out and runs along the cell wall. He feels pain in his lower back. He breathes in the years and exhales within his mind. He begins to pull, push, struggle, himself upright on the prison bunk. He lifts one leg, then the other and his [...]

Bless Bond

Tuesday, January 31st, 2012

If some vision could, would paint the likes of what travel along….. An old man set upon a donkey. An old dog following. Where they moved was the border country, now, at the closing end of sunset. The land scape of quiet cactus. The waiting shades of dessert ground. From minutes to coming minutes. The [...]

Opus Of Prisoner 12973-004

Wednesday, January 11th, 2012

The guards have finally brought me to this last place. I stand at the very end of a plank. The plank extends over a deep chisom. Below is hell. I see them down there. Their leather’d arms, extended high, their hands of clawed nails, waiting for me. Yet, I breath. I close my eyes. I [...]

The Dream Story

Tuesday, January 3rd, 2012

It is late. It is the night of the new year. My head still lays upon a hard prison pillow. Whence my eyes peel open, it shall be the 29th year. I feel as though I reside in the country side of the condemned….. Yet this is not my thoughts to write….. Dear Queen Mary [...]

Between The Prison Cries

Wednesday, December 21st, 2011

I came into the cage at the age of 32, today, December 21, 2011, I am 61 years of age. I have been living the very human dam of an unnatural life. Blocked off from the very meaning of real love. Between, and along the gray decades of high, hard, walls….. the cries of men [...]