Prison Writings

“How much did you get in tips today?” asked Anthony. He continued to gnaw on his heaping plate of steamed chicken feet from the Dim Sum menu...

Scene: New Year’s Eve, on a blank computer screen. Two players, Mr. Magenta and Mr. Pink, both from the same guild, the Reservoir Dogs, are discuss...

“Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.” “Last week at Mass I kept the dollar bill that my mom gave me to put in the collection plate, because I wan...

The bedroom looks more like a playground. There are toys strewn across the floor. 

The sight of a bee makes me feel terrified and all queasy inside. Even to this day, whenever a bee happens to land on a flower nearby when I am on ...

Your Inner Jewel – While still in prison, I created a meditation for myself. I read it every morning to set my intention for the day, and it became the parameters in which I began to live out my life.

This was the closing statement I read at my parole hearing on June 12, 2015

My first experience with death happened to me in the second grade. It was not my death, or the death of anyone that I even knew.

He flushed the toilet again. “Well, there’s another one off to see the damn Warden. I ate so much last night; I think I can shit enough for all the...

First published in Volume 12 of Captured Words/Free Thoughts, University of Colorado Denver, Spring 2015