I languished in prison for years, with gruesome memories visiting more often than family and friends. A lifeless, stiffening body as it welcomes rigor mortis is one of those memories that’s hard to forget.
My dad is a heavy guy. He’s not heavy in the way that he weighs down every conversation with unnecessary requirements of emotional energy, or
Amidst the hissing drone of random bullets, a thick laughter bubbled up in Sergeant Paz’s throat. It spilled out, only to drown in an acidic
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
My dad is a heavy guy. He’s not heavy in the way that he weighs down every conversation with unnecessary requirements of emotional energy, or
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.
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