“Not my prison” a poem by Eric King
“Not my prison” This is not my home Not my tan clothes or scratchy wool blanket My fucking chamber to rest or my niche I am not an inmate that is a title...
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Eric Featured in Certain Days: Freedom for Political Prisoners Calendar!
We’re thrilled to announce that Eric has a poem in this year’s Certain Days calendar! For those who are not familiar, the Certain Days: Freedom for Political Prisoners Calendar is a joint fundraising...
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Baby Teeth a Poem by Eric King
Are we the states baby teeth? Yanked and picked from societies expanding mouth Store for safe keeping in tight little boxes Have we outgrown our storage? Maybe we are the cavities rotting out...
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“treason” a poem by Eric King
How long until its illegal to just not want to be long they’ll sizzle our brains til we’re just mush in a shell then put us to work in factories to waste Our...
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“Am I Allowed to Breathe” a poem by Eric King
Am I allowed to breathe? Is that a punishable offense Am I allowed to feel is that a shot? Are my thoughts read like my letters scanned and stored to be used against...
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“I’ll know I am free” a poem by Eric King
I’ll know I am free when I am stretching out feeling the wind on my face doing all sorts of weird yoga poses and when I turn my head to the left...
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In It For The Long Haul – An Important message for supporters all around the world!
It has been almost a month since Eric arrived at FCI Englewood, a low security federal prison in Littleton, CO. In that time Eric has begun to adjust to the facility...
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Eric Kings Sentencing Statement
We have received the transcript from Eric’s sentencing. We want to share both Eric’s statement to the court and the transcript in entirety. “THE DEFENDANT: First I’d like to congratulate...
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“I don’t have time for your white pride” a poem by Eric King
I think you’re fucking lame as hell and Thor is a childs game I dont have time for petty race pride plus I feel its all a sham You’re cops, or you would...
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“Two poems about white crosses on Mountain tops” a poem by Eric King
There’s a cross across the road To me it looks more like an X to mark the fucking spot where they dump those who are forgot It doesn’t give hope or inspire...
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