Journal of a Prisoner

October 27, 1998I began this day much like I begin every day here in prison. I woke at about 6 a.m. to pill call. I always wake up hearing… More

Prison Moon

Four a.m. work duty and I beginmy solitary trudge from outer compoundto main building. A shivering guard,chilled in his lonely outpost, strip searchesme until content that my inconsequential nudity.poses… More

A Song of Death

There's a bird caught in the airduct that blows his dying song through the vent scared and beautiful resounding memories of the birds of childhood More

Cadaver

Honorable Mention, PoetryOptics only 9 yrs in usesaw the needlefilled with very little bloodhanging in the vein of the tied armThe arm hanging from a manlying in a refrigeratorin… More

Chris Early: Sheryl

Legs parted like a pie with one slice eaten inside a la mode thighs angle over sour sheets. They are silk. A guitar sleeps beside her, always, and I am stoned again, nude, seated on carpet, waiting… More

Dog Flips Burgers

Too politically correct to chase cats / Listens to classical music on PBS / Supports union demands / Burns paw on grill / Swats another fly More