If you ever lived in a metropolis, you know noise. The kind that would have you drowning it out with music, or slamming the window shut....

Silk was transferred yesterday. He was this old head who played cards, ran laps, and sipped endless cups of coffee. His presence will be...

I have a tattoo of Heath Ledger as the Joker on my forearm. His portrayal of a comic book villain was iconic. So much so, that he won...

A couple of days ago I received a letter stating that I gotta go to the library. Not to pick up a book, but to find out if I'm back in...

A few hours ago, I entered the cell of a fellow writer, where we discussed our writings. He and I have done this several times, but today...

It's 3 AM, my time to think. No matter what occurred the day prior, I'm always waking up at this hour. I can blame it on the ten years of...

I'm an entrepreneur in prison who started a cheesecake, taffy, and writing business. These hustles have made me penitentiary rich. Since...

When I entered prison as a child, I nearly ruined my face with tattoos. I'm serious, I wanted Spider-Man fighting Carnage on the back of...

Every day I'm always going out of my way to check on the men around me. This started when I began studying psychology. I wanted to know...

I attended a virtual conference for Sheriff Crawford's 14th Annual Re-Entry Forum. I watched it in the gymnasium. I'm with pen, and...

I work all the time, so when I'm having a moment to relax, I do laps around the recreation yard. It's my East River Park (where I grew up...

My job is always the same: mow the lawn, pick up trash, litter, then deposit it all in the dumpster. Sounds easy, doesn't it? Well, when...

Wallen Ridge State Prison is one of two supermax facilities in Virginia. In my twenties, and thirties I spent nearly a decade in that...

I'm a Marvel Comics fanatic. So much so that my leg, and back are dedicated to my favorite superheroes. The X-Men, The Punisher, Black...

I recently sat at a table with two men from New York. We were discovering that we loved the same music. That had me chuckling, because...

I'm always up early on Sunday to call my mother. She's seventy-five years old, and singing a hymn to me as soon as she answers. Her voice...

The quiet of the housing unit had me sitting crossed legs, reading my Bible and praying in the morning. I started each day like this,...

Music soothed the soul. Mine needed a blast of Conway The Machine. His lyricism had me in a state of bliss. I'm in an early 90s state of...

The prison population has a diverse group of incarcerated men at Nottoway Correction Center. My housing unit has a Vietnamese, a...

This blog comes at a time in my life when I can speak openly to any and everyone. You see, I've resided in a Virginia prison system for...