The day it happened started off like the thousands before it… a good strong run. I run here at the prison every morning at 9:00. I usually go an hour. Most of the time there is someone I know that wants to run with me. This day, i was to be joined by a guy [...]

For all there is a purpose. There must be, no matter how large or small.
It is morning. I have my purpose. I am sitting on a basketball with my back up against a concrete pole. I’m looking, glancing, at the little sign I wrote; “DO NOT STEP ON THE FLOWERS”. It seems over-night these small [...]

Today, Father’s Day, my thoughts have sorrow. I shall of course phone my daughter Francesca. Her brother, Raymond, who we lost to tragedy a few years back… his memory is with me ever so strong today. Why not?? For it is human. No matter how strong one can be, it is ok to have feelings. [...]

Today, I find myself sitting here in the “yard”. I’m sitting on a low concrete divider that divides the grass from more concrete.
Not too far from me is a long line of inmates waiting to get into the chow hall… I watch them and write. Because of this blog I am never without a pad [...]

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.