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 [...]

It is hot. The cell is cooler, but not much. It is June in Central Florida, and, yes it is hot. I’ve been watching those caged here with me. Seasons change many. Seasons can make a man do both good and bad things. A change in climate does something to us all. Yet, here it [...]