Standing in the Pill Line

Waking up here at 6:30 A.M. and going through the snow and cold to chow hall is something I wouldn’t wish on anyone. It’s twenty degrees and the wind is blowing ten miles an hour.

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The Black Box

I was scheduled to take the trip from Snake River Correctional Institute located at Ontario, Oregon to the Oregon State Correctional Institute in Salem in February 2007. At 0430 the officer woke me up on the day I was to go and gave me plastic bags to pack my things in.

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A Prisoner’s Stance

The sun comes up, my eyes open, I’m still here
I fold my blanket, then get dressed, and the count clears.

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About J-

I’d met J– at admissions and orientation class. I was the inmate facilitator, he was a student. My job was to introduce various members of the correction facility’s staff to new inmates and to also explain some of the programs and services that were offered.

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The Cukoos Nest

I’m reading a paperback book called One Flew over the Cuckoos Nest while I’m in the hole here at Special Offender Unit in Monroe WA.

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Keep on Keeping on

Before I open my eyes I can hear the familiar sounds of the dorm coming to life; one hundred people waking up, padlocks clicking against steel and doors sliding.

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Days Like This

I wake up at 5:00 a.m. to the screaming pain of my sprained ankle. The medical staff told me they would be right back, that was ten hours ago. I drink a cup of coffee and decided I need to see medical.

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