If you want to hold space for Eric and virtually attend trial the phone number 877-336-1828 and enter access code 9449909# . On Monday March 14th during jury selection the public may only attend virtually , call 877-336-1828 and enter access code 9449909# this is expected to conclude around 10/11/12 and will be open to…
“There’s something happening here, something special for certain. It begins with trees and bugs and grows into communities built on trust. it revolves around the idea that we can cause their destruction with our growth. it starts with love and grows with the flowers. Ands with the stars burning us all to dust 🖤 March…
I study our photographs Remember how soft you felt Those moments to find my life Kept me sturdy in Rocky waves How the fuck did you get so good At the card games you’d learned Just yesterday… It doesn’t make any damn sense I swear I taught you cribbage on Saturday You skunked me all…
When life gets heavy I lay on my bunk put my sheet over my head pretend to be a turtle in my shell retreat to my safe space eat my lettuce and carrots pretend I’m out in a garden escape the noises and pollution build my fantasy reality safe + sound blocking out the hate…
On the other side of the fence it grows out of the reach of my hand & nose free to be as lovely as it intends free to be with its flower friends Not to be killed inside this cage such enchantments would be a waste Never seen such a blue, defying hate just by…
Eric is over the moon having his mail back and hearing from his friends! It’s making him feel so strong and ready to win in March and end this three and a half years of hell. Sitting indefinitely in segregation can really throw a wrench in the trial prep machine. It wasn’t until a year…
I have the blues like a dead man’s lips This vile institution Serving your cereal with a cup of warm piss they’ll teach me a lesson If only my cold shoulder didn’t come with a chip for all my treason maybe my life was a failure, but it felt like a gift the dementor is…
With a shovel and a dream I begin heading your way The ground is cold and hard and inclined to budge But we fight it, we fight hard and we fight the calendar We’re expected to break to throw in every towel Our muscles are aching Sore but not breaking Meet in the middle We’ll…
They tried to bury us They forgot we were earthworms Eating out their rotten brains And shitting out their undigestible’s that we were fucking shovels just ‘cause someone throws dirt on you doesn’t mean you can’t throw That shit right off that we were landmines waiting for one, wrong, cocky misstep To bring them to…
We are not victims of our circumstances We are the victors over them Circumstances gave us thin ice and heavy skates took our families and morphed them into something horrific Gave us cold nights And thin blankets no heat, but rocket launchers We have hearts that fed beatings and eyes that can’t look away and…