Life Lines: Recent Episodes

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Life Lines is an audio journal of poetry, spoken word, and other creative writing by men on Death Row, USA. Contributors live on Death Rows in North Carolina and Tennessee.

Life Lines is about connection. It’s about finding surprising spaces to share endangered, beautiful life. It’s about recognizing our power and our powerlessness to give and take life.

We feature three new pieces each week, words which we hope invite communion, however limited and imperfect, with those struggling to live inside state prisons.

Because of state laws restricting access to prisons, the authors record these poems by phone. As you listen carefully, let the line static become a reminder of all the lines – race, class, iron bars and barbed wire – we’ve constructed between ourselves. If we allow them, these pieces can open new, shared spaces for us in spite of these boundaries, if only for a moment. Take a chance with us: listen.

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I could tackle the whole world like Atlas, with greasy lips and a full stomach.

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So what we came to find out, basically, is that life is worth living.

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I've watched the hole petrify pretense, making men fake forever

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So take a bow.

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Media reports have cultivated the misperception that the casualties of prison officials is a new trend in violence, not a boiling point of failed policies and frustrations.

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Love you.

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The notice informed them it would be a temporary matter

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It still hurts.

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Even the best of us will not pass through it unscathed

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The light hurt to look upon. For the briefest moment, I remembered another life. Then it was gone.

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"I haven't been outside those walls in 17 years," I told her

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Every breath fueled by the underground heartbeat lets a hip hop head know he’s still alive.

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A thug, a savage, the truth doesn't live inside of me

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If the forecast doesn’t improve, I will surely drown.

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You helped me become a man, even without my dad

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Overly relying on incarceration as a panacea to crime expresses every weakness of the criminal justice system.

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Ergonomically designed to cradle inmate lives

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darkness won’t let me breathe

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Trouble is easy to get into and hard to get out of

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It’s crazy—I’m in this sold out stadium with 55,000 fans who have no idea a 10 year-old child is trapped in a dark hole beneath them.

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Then sings my soul

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How sweet the sound

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Good Lord, show me the way.

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Our conflict is a continuing erosion of fundamental rights.

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We gotta ride gotta ride, to the end of the line, for freedom

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For a moment, Death Row faded into the background.

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You want to be happy, because that seems like a normal thing to want to be

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So many damn layers between us.

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There is hope for us yet

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My existence drips like molasses.

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You'll see someone

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Put yourself in my shoes, and you wouldn’t last a day or two.

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The sun sets in the west

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What if the pain we feel seems endless?

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The midnight hour approaches

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Looking into the perpetual abyss of time, his laughter was revolutionary.

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Although investing millions in staffing may increase prison security, it is a temporary fix that does not address the causes of violence in prisons.

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Resisting their insisting curiosity and playfulness was impossible.

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I snatched it out of my mouth, staring at it as if it had bitten me.

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So that the people outside can see clearly.

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Welcome to Unit 3.

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How is it that when I look, she's always there?

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What is a dream of someone who lives in a nightmare?

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Maybe Silent Sam is employing his silence to prod protesters to be silent and think about this country's glorious history and revered personalities if they want to point the fingers of blame for slavery, racism, and white supremacy.

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For to shine is to be seen, and to be seen is to live.