A Vignette of Death: Memento Mori
“Another bug hung herself,” squawked the radio. The morbidly obese correctional officer pressed the reply button…
“Another bug hung herself,” squawked the radio. The morbidly obese correctional officer pressed the reply button…
When I sit down to write anything I almost always know the picture I want to…
When someone’s life ends, we always think of wanting more time with them, what we could…
In 2023 I was on the Coffield Unit. We were in the season of cold weather.…
Out in the trustee dorms, there’s an upstairs mezzanine area on both sides. When I first came…
“It is just as well that justice is blind; she might not like some of thethings…
Allow me the opportunity to introduce myself, I am your personal artist. I hope to…
It’s all a haze to me, like a dream-fog. I’m being escorted in a blue paper…
By Arnold Prieto Since entering prison in 1994, I have known eight men who ended their…
