The Razorwire held a distance and stood quietly at the other edge of “No Man’s Land… I’d stare intently out of my prison cell’s window
I walked into the courtroom with my ankles shackled and wrists bound to a belly chain. There was a deputy on either side of me
Thanksgiving for most people is wonderful. It’s a festive opportunity to commune with neighbors, family and friends. For me, it’s a little more than that.
My dog Indio sleeps right outside of my window at night. I keep it open and he’s always just a few feet away. I’m used
I spent two hours on the Cordova Bridge yesterday, waiting to get back home. Two hours — trapped in my head, observing. I can’t help
I’d passed them up already, accelerating toward another job site — always short on time. They were standing on the opposite edge of Weisner Road
Abandoned Jesus, why? The years visited me, one by one — each one generous in giving and taking. They left my sins and took his
I dreamt of her; when I do, a deep wound inside opens up to breathe. In the 6000-plus nights of life that I experienced imprisoned,
Being alone sucks. I mean being completely alone. My life was legally taken for many years; I was literally dead to the world. I was
I worked hard for 10 hours today. It started at 4:34 AM. The day is over and here I sit in the shade of a
As printed in the Las Cruces Sun News on September 20, 2009. My family moved to Las Cruces when I was 5 or 6 years old. Things were difficult because we didn’t speak English, but my family worked hard to make ends meet. Life was good in those early days.
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