"Your confinement doesn't define you, it's what you do within it that defines you." Thirty years to life told with art and music . Read more
This project was successfully funded on October 13, 2011.
Hey Terrific Beautiful Backers,
I wasn't happy with the way the text looked on that last 'update' so here's the footage, with Michael's music - I've taken the text off of the video - you can read the poem here;
in the morning fog
appearing as they do after each
frozen graveyard winter, with
squawks, flying feathers and
to summer among ground hogs,
skunks, preening blue jays
who plunder the finches' nests,
stray pigeons and lost city women.
One goose waddled up to my offering hand,
snapped at the bread whole
staring into my eyes so sternly,
I had to grab my fleeing courage
until I realized, with relief, that
I was not a guilty child,
just a haunted convict...
( incomplete version)