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 [...]

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.

Well, here I sit, pen in hand. Pondering again. For I am told this blog is getting some hits, but MORE would be better. I need lots of people involved as steadies. I am counting on your support to help me gain the relief I so deserve after 24 years.

Close your eyes and try to create, or imagine this scene.

I asked both George and Nikola if it would be ok for me to post a “sort of rant” with many questions raised throughout. I would love to hear any and all feedback from what I am going to raise here…