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Saturday 28 November 2020

Chained.

 

       Again I show my enthusiasm for another magazine, another piece of paper we can spread around our streets, workplaces, pubs and clubs. This is an older one from a couple of years back, I may have posted this before, but here it is again. An Australian magazine of contributions, poems, prose and artworks from prisoners, their families and friends. The thoughts of those locked away in any state's repression cages and those friends and family outside, deserve to be heard. Perhaps then the public at large will have a better understanding of what it is like to be incarcerated in one of these state institutional hellholes, and maybe lend their support to seeing to the total abolition of these inhumane leftovers from a barbaric era in the dark history of us humans.

Paper Chained:


        The second issue of Paper Chained has been published online. This is a journal that supports publication of writings and artistic expressions from people affected by incarceration. Click here to download the PDF, and visit the blog of Running Wild here to read more.

The Silent Partner.

She waits patiently at home
with three kids in tow
her husband is in gaol
the children don’t know

the cupboards stand empty
there’s no food to eat
no warm clothes on their backs
no shoes on their feet

he sits alone in his cell
his tears fall in silence
he pens a letter to home
too long,is his sentence

an absent father forgotten
bad, sad thoughts fill her head
two leaking eyes, one broken heart
a cold, empty half-bed

soon it will all be over
the nightmare come to an end
the steel gates will swing open
the family be whole again.

First Time In

echos through the hollow halls
chief! sweeper! the anguished calls
from inmates in the holding cell
first time in, it feels like hell

time is relative, unimportant
change in perspective
outlook on life
eyes down, mouth shut
keep out of strife.
don’t look, sont’ see
don’t ask, don’t tell
don’t listen, don’t hear
each has his own story
each sheds a private tear

left alone with your thoughts
looks can’t kill, but
your maddening thoughts will
ruminating –not illuminating
no conversation –no communicationin
a single cell.

CONTRIBUTOR DETAILS David McGettiganIn prison on remand since March 2018

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