I started writing about all of my friends and brothers that I’ve lost over the last couple of years, just from this small three unit space. The list itself is too long, and I refuse to just put names into the ether without telling the world a little about each one. Alex was the latest.Continue reading “Why I Have to Mourn”
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Delights
The sun has set.Behind mountains green and black slopes crisped with silver snow.Once mighty now the blue bows down,dies,decays.From its bones the gloaming glows bruised and bloody hued. It’s a miracle, but they don’t notice. Wrapped ’round a fire built high for warmth.Smokey musk stings eyes alight with flames whilelaughter rides the wind and windsContinue reading “Delights”
Courage
This piece of writing placed second in the 2024 PEN America Prison Writing Awards. Courage I don’t remember the Mexican kid’s name anymore but I do remember his age which was 18. He looked young, younger than 18 although he carried himself like a man much older. Let me clarify, he was young and stupidContinue reading “Courage”
What’s left
When the gulfsbetween youand everything elsebecome absoluteand the terrorsof the inconsequentialare unsheathed,silly little things.here is how it should be.how it once was.perhapshow it could be,could have been.When it endswill it be enough to haveknownwhat was possible?It will have to beIt will have to be.silly littlethings This poem was published in the PEN America Zine –Continue reading “What’s left”
How Do I Celebrate the Holidays?
How do you celebrate holidays? I don’t. Not anymore. When you are incarcerated, holidays aren’t provided by a calendar. They are wrenched out of the jaws of a numbing monotony heavy with the potential for violence. Some people celebrate holidays when they happen. Many do not. Did Sisyphus get a birthday when he got toContinue reading “How Do I Celebrate the Holidays?”
Robert Hiraeth 