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One Foot In Darkness
Okay this is called a, “One Foot In Darkness.” Over the years I have pondered how intoxicating would have been to come across some liquid or pills that would do the deed in an instant.… Full Transcript
Heal
Heal. Like a heart that keeps giving, I must keep believing in the power of healing. Sometimes I grind down so hard on my teeth I crack them during the night. I must wear a… Full Transcript
Misdirections
Misdirections. People wonder why He tends to the plants like He does. Touching them. Them touching him. People wonder why He sits looking at the sky, tending to the birds. The bird sang to Him… Full Transcript
Sag
Sag. How do I hold my temper, keeping my grace, and not become bitter, stuck in this infamous place? I remember even at seven, I dreamed of a better place, in a better race. Stuck… Full Transcript
By the Pond For William Stafford
By the Pond For William Stanford. Frogs in the night talk. Gossiping long. Mingling, their voices like speckles of light. Long have they slept, waiting for heavy rains. The sky seeps into their mouths. Frogs… Full Transcript
Callalily for Mary Oliver
This one is, uh, for Mary Oliver. I didn’t know she had passed on. Callalily. Walking tonight, watching the plants, sharing moments in space with them. I looked inside a Callalily and saw a fat,… Full Transcript
Music Presentation Jail Guitar Doors
Music Presentation, Jail Guitar Doors, Wayne Kramer. What is music? Music is the hawk’s call. Music is the silence [inaudible]. Music is the wave of motion at night. Music is the bellows of a wolf,… Full Transcript
What Does it Say if Dogs Get Better Treatment than Inmates
“What Does it Say if Dogs Get Better Treatment than Inmates?” The dogs marched under the barb wired razor and electric fencing across the prison yard into the cell block five. Paws for Life, a… Full Transcript
Struggle To Be
“Struggle To Be.” I don’t want to give loneliness freelance to do its thing, but ultimately, sometimes it happens anyway. So long it has been since my body has been where it wanted to go.… Full Transcript
Excerpt from “By Heart”
This is Spoon Jackson, at Solano State Prison, and, uh, I wanted to let the people know about my latest podcast on the commutation in California, Color of Mercy, and, uh, how the Governor Brown… Full Transcript
How Long
I dreamt about you once, when tiny raindrops cascaded across the windowpane. I dreamt about you once, when the snowflakes covered the woodlands and made it too cold to go outside for weeks. I dreamt… Full Transcript
Denied
Denied. This life, a collection of sweet and bitter memories. The dreams are fantasies, made up of forgotten tomorrow that may be played out or remain forever lost, deep within the deception of the mind.… Full Transcript
In A Heavy Way
I do not understand this drought in letters; it’s like a stream in Death Valley. I’ve been writing a lot of poetry. Perhaps they are letters to myself, for loneliness has touched me in every… Full Transcript
Not A Poet
No more butterflies, flowers, love, and candy-coated lies. I am not a poet. I’m just a gesture in life, clowning and amusing readers with words. My writing is not ambiguous, hiding truth behind veils. It… Full Transcript
No Moon
Color of Mercy
Holidays
Beauty in Cell Bars
Beauty in cell bars. We locked ourselves up. Not because of the bars and steel that surrounds us. Not because life doesn’t bend to our every whim. But because of the projections we placed onto… Full Transcript
Go On
My name is Spoon Jackson in that New Folsom Prison. And the title of the poem I’m reading is “Go On.” I cannot go on like this, but I will go on, on and on… Full Transcript
Standing Rock. Bitter powers, government run, you are not going to shake me. You are not going to break me. What you do won’t make me. I stand with the birth of the land. I… Full Transcript