Low Voices (Prison Monologues) Part Two
Click here to read Part One INTERLUDE They speak to meor through me, ghost voices.I can’t…
Click here to read Part One INTERLUDE They speak to meor through me, ghost voices.I can’t…
Standing on a cloud bathed in a golden aura, feeling the brush of angel’s wings his…
Prison is full of prisoners … but it’s a lonely place. As months turn to years,…
Another is due for execution, the 20th of this month I believe, Eddie James. The truth…
I remember the day I was found guilty of murder. Less than twenty minutes later the…
It seemed like a dream. I boarded a southbound train to Portland, headed down there to…
“Home ain’t always about a place….Home is about the earth. Whether the earth open up to…
I tried to pitch to a friend of a friend who does documentaries, an idea to…
Read Part 1 here This reward I gain for my folly. – Tertullian Living in a…
What Time Is It?By Michael Wayne Hunter A tap on my cell door. “What?” Hard Core’s…
