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Poetry and Prose by Russell Wardlow

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Carry On

April 4, 2021 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

her branches,
stubborn as rigamortis

her foundation,
deep as roots

her trunk,
wide as family

her leaves,
present

and her reach,
parted the clouds

and she grew,
as it rained

for her soil,
is love

and no winds,
could sway her

and no weather,
could uproot her

and the seasons,
lauded her resilience

because her essence,
was as a tree

a tree of-
life
prosperity
and health

and let it be so, she said

unmoved by challenges of the coming days
she lived in the now
her being reverberating an omnipresence
and her constance became a symbol for

life
prosperity
and health

ase(pronounced ah-Shay)

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Prose of a Con

Prose of a Con is a collection of Russell Wardlow’s prose and poetry written entirely behind bars. Through writings on family, spirituality, freedom, love, justice, redemption, and vulnerability, Russell seeks to show the humanity and hope of individuals like himself who are incarcerated.

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