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Eric’s Plea Signing Date 3/3/2016
After almost a year and a half of pre-trial detention in shitty conditions, court battles and other legal woes, and facing threats of forty years in prison, Eric King has finally decided to accept a non-cooperating plea agreement to ten years in federal prison. If you live nearby, please consider attending Eric’s hearing in Kansas City, MO next Thursday, March 3rd at 1:30p.m. The media and cops are likely to be well-represented, and it would be a meaningful moment to show Eric that he is not alone. Having supporters there may also create some pressure for the court to conduct itself better. It will also be useful to…
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Am I angry or hungry a poem by Eric King
Am I angry or hungry starving and shaking throw a punch or take a bite cook a meal or start a fight? In what world does canned spoiled fruit and beans count as a meal? How hard does bread need to be before it is a rock? Do I fight for something more or swallow my dignity and food? CCA you corrupt fucks where’s the Oregon militia when you need it? I ate much better on the streets when I was homeless & free can I even complain do I have ground to stand on or thin air?
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“how did McDavid handle it when the judge said 19?” a Poem by Eric King
This is a feeling you can’t escape its an empty loneliness, I know it me by myself despite a strong team back in the boxing ring keep hoping that i’ll wake from this how did McDavid handle it when the judge said 19? This is fear I can feel it eating through my stomach like a starving lion lurking I float in the warm blood below that puddles beneath my cold carcass nothing I have to say, sadly is worth the struggle for a last breath when all there is to eat is poisonous plants do you skip a meal or go for broke? Vomiting up the last of my hopes torn between defiance…
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New Support Material and Update on fundraiser
So first of all I would love to announce that our primary fundraiser goal has been met thanks to his amazing comrades! We are so excited overwhelmed by everyone’s solidarity be it donating to the fundraiser, making sure Eric stays connected by dropping him a letter or even by sending him a book. We will continue to be taking donations and also “selling” t-shirts on his fundraiser. https://fundrazr.com/campaigns/0yoZc/ab/a4jVK6 We received an amazing zine that was beautifully put together and sent to us by Causerie Publishing. We wanted to share it with all of Eric’s supporters. Take a second to read it, pass it on, or print it out for tabling.…
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“A poem about being institutionalized” by Eric King
art found here http://apiedimonte.deviantart.com/art/Jail-cell-1of-2-39677420 There’s no more bridges roses, flowers or gardens mutual friendship is foreign a dream like a soft mattress territorial beast w/out their homes no take out, just shake downs felt to be disowned only madness to look forward to calender days an abstract time away by the time they’ve parted the gates the whole world has changed
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“We Forget” a poem by Eric King
Hometown heroes forget we exist within morality the person shooting up was once someone’s everything cuddly kids call the president a primate, cause they hate his pigment not racist if it’s politics just more social biggots one pump of blood away from being a fleeting memory once pump and pull away from an unwanted family villains in our lives aren’t just symbols they’re existing placing more importance on critical moments instead of having joy in simply loving rascal radicals ditching ethics and street battles rather duplicate love w/bubble gum flavored capsules loving all life in 8 hour segmants then rushing off to the bathroom to get in line for seconds…
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A poem about freedom by Eric King
One day the water that feeds the grass Will wash away the stain of captivity off me The clouds will open their arms in a Warm embrace Years of hurt and abstract existence will be wiped clean I can’t smell freedom but one day we all might Days can’t be bought on the free market But they can be stolen at gun point Trees can’t grow in a day, but we clean out forests in mutilating seconds… One day the water that feeds the world will purify my soul -EK
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Un-titled poem by Eric King
There’s more to life than Judgements And gavels Dogmas and logos, division and Squalor There’s more to love than ego & control Connections between beating hearts And the rain that feeds the soil. Existence is observance And love can mean just learning Either we let go or we grow – EK
