Speaking Volumes

#25 Hanging in the jar life

This particular spider observed me cleaning and arranging my cell this morning.

#24 Caged canaries

The sound my spirit makes is amplified by poetry.

#23 Me and mine

I'm in the fight of my life, little man ... cuz I need to be out there with you, ya heard?

#21 Talking to myself

I'm so afraid, there are no words that speak to my fear. But my body tells on me.

#20 Three Shifts of an Eleventh Hour

You would think a group of “animals” sensing the slaughter of one of their own would make for the most dangerous of environments.

#19 Release

The future holds peace.

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