Category: Prose
Freedom of Mind: Why Incarceration Doesn’t Have to Define You
By David Joseph Meister [Shared here with his permission.] Prison tries to tell you who you are. From the moment you are processed in, you are given a number, a uniform, a set of rules, and the subtle message that your identity is now property of the state. For many men, that message takes root. … Continue reading “Freedom of Mind: Why Incarceration Doesn’t Have to Define You”
Unique Graphic Poem Available for Publishing
This poem first appeared in the August ’22 edition of First Amend This! Originally inserted into an article on prison profiteers, the title graphic, the same view I have when I look outside my window, contains 50 stars, 13 stripes, and was created using the limited formatting options I’m offered on my prison messaging device. … Continue reading “Unique Graphic Poem Available for Publishing”
Danny Buchanaki and the Immortals of Aymashdmibaals [For Ky]
Buchanaki \bo͞o-kə-nä-kē\ n sing or pl: 1 a surname denounced by mythical beings 2 slang: lineage impedimenta described in ancient tracts as sympathy hires at the Keepers of Oaths, whence the chairman owed a sister from when Dan was still around … Uticaria, Idaho “Fat mouth, stupid haircut, sings to Alanis, answers to Jake. Got … Continue reading “Danny Buchanaki and the Immortals of Aymashdmibaals [For Ky]”
Tanner O’Malley
Not much can be said for ol’ Tanner O’Malley. Aside from the fact that he wore a nice coat. Long and grey, with seven buttons up the middle. Sensible pockets that fastened and zipped. Even one on the inside, the kind to hide a map, with a pouch inside of that, to hide a treasure’s … Continue reading “Tanner O’Malley”
It’s Complicated: A F*ckin’ Bad-Ass Picture Book
Licentious Intentions: A Shipwreck (the dirty mick) Series, No. 7
“Tell Me Mary” –Tomorrows Bad Seeds Purchasing two hundred portals to manifest cannabis is what I’d consider a natural progression. . . . Because the cannabis market I’ve always excelled in is now slowly but surely legally budding; because the search algorithm that’s captured my interest is ripe for a conquering midway through transition; and … Continue reading “Licentious Intentions: A Shipwreck (the dirty mick) Series, No. 7”
The Good of Intentions: A F*ckin’ Bad-Ass Children’s Story
Patrick had all the intentions in the world. And it had only taken him 41 years to collect them. Some came from friends, many came from family. And others were showered at the top of each hour from bad-management-practicing people with power. He couldn’t count them all, he had so many. It was even hard … Continue reading “The Good of Intentions: A F*ckin’ Bad-Ass Children’s Story”
Kevin Boinkston and the Chronicles Of (No. 3)
“Day-One Shit (Part One)” I love the sound of pneumatic whispers in the morning. Almost as much as the terror that’s felt with the rush. As dozens of groundbirds consort on the tarmac, I reflect from the bush on twenty years passed: Who knows how many warriors and warriettes I’ve loosed on the world? How … Continue reading “Kevin Boinkston and the Chronicles Of (No. 3)”
The Cold Consummate Quake FaceTimes Another Foe
Guess what, Angela? Just now–I figured it out: You’re the Ghost of Christmas Future, aren’t you? Here to help me realize that I need to change my ways and let the Universe do its thing on its own–is that it? Huh? It no longer wants my stinkin’ help? I see how it is. Well, I’m … Continue reading “The Cold Consummate Quake FaceTimes Another Foe”
Morpheus 4:19
“MUAHAHAHAHAHA!” Last Friday, all day… Me. Once it arrived. “MUUUUAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!” Finally… For the last 16 months–me in my crimefighters, flint-sharpening sticks with opposable thumbs, siccing them on eyeballs from a country away, in a ritual dubbed The Open-Mouth Kiss Of A Blind-Running Rage. You’ve probably heard me referred to as Biblical Sex: a.k.a the Cold … Continue reading “Morpheus 4:19”