…had to sneak in the booze. I’d buy sixty-four ounce water bottles at the CVS and dump them in the gutter before pouring in a handle of Stoli. Late at night I’d drink alone in my little dormitory, reading a comic book instead of the Bible. I’d sit there thinking “God will strike me down, God will strike me down.”… [Read More]
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To Enlist in the Carnivore that Is Prison—A Soldier’s Journey into Poetry
…unearth what you worked so hard to shelter from feeling. You must be numb to write the lines the teacher is reading. And the other men in the room start to listen. There is a chaotic scream in the lines: some small private begging for help and you jump from the Humvee, his eyes already pearled before the night sky,… [Read More]
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