| Author: | C.D. Davis | ISBN: | 9781465823427 |
| Publisher: | MLR Publishers | Publication: | September 7, 2011 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | C.D. Davis |
| ISBN: | 9781465823427 |
| Publisher: | MLR Publishers |
| Publication: | September 7, 2011 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
This is Book Two in my new series. It is a collection of nine short stories written from inside prison. Here is why I write, taken from Book One, Poetry from the Inside:
So why do I write?
I write for many reasons.
Sometimes, I write just to escape from this reality
An escape into an imagined paradise.
Or in remembrance of a paradise once experienced but long since forgotten.
Sometimes, I write from memories of a past life;
One very different and far removed from the confines of these gray walls and rolls of razor wire.
Sometimes I write with a sense of the present
Lashing out at the judicial injustice currently endured.
Sometimes I write with the hopes and dreams of freedom
And a future outside of this black hole in which I currently merely exist.
It doesn’t matter if I am writing to lash out at this system of injustice
Or writing a poem which expresses my joys, sorrows, desires or thoughts
Or whether I’m writing some little ditty
Pouring my heart out in a song.
My writings are a mirror in so much as they are a reflection of who I am.
It is this reflection I sometimes share with others
Exposing just a small glimpse of the reflection in the mirror
Which is me.
And so I write.
This is Book Two in my new series. It is a collection of nine short stories written from inside prison. Here is why I write, taken from Book One, Poetry from the Inside:
So why do I write?
I write for many reasons.
Sometimes, I write just to escape from this reality
An escape into an imagined paradise.
Or in remembrance of a paradise once experienced but long since forgotten.
Sometimes, I write from memories of a past life;
One very different and far removed from the confines of these gray walls and rolls of razor wire.
Sometimes I write with a sense of the present
Lashing out at the judicial injustice currently endured.
Sometimes I write with the hopes and dreams of freedom
And a future outside of this black hole in which I currently merely exist.
It doesn’t matter if I am writing to lash out at this system of injustice
Or writing a poem which expresses my joys, sorrows, desires or thoughts
Or whether I’m writing some little ditty
Pouring my heart out in a song.
My writings are a mirror in so much as they are a reflection of who I am.
It is this reflection I sometimes share with others
Exposing just a small glimpse of the reflection in the mirror
Which is me.
And so I write.
