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Poetry and Prose by Russell Wardlow

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Human Terrorists and Humanitarians

May 15, 2022 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

how we give much aid
when those taxed for the aid
need aid
Ukraine is hurting
but so are our impoverished
imprisoned and indigenous.
Indifferent..

Filed Under: Culture, Trauma

Fear Defies Reason

May 3, 2022 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

everybody is waiting
some, proactive
in that they are preparing
but most,
are stagnant.
why?

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Definition’ers

May 3, 2022 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

if we can build buildings
and trade goods
with clear codes
and protocols
yet can not
agree on principle
the definitions
and the methodology
in carrying out
of justice
righteousness
and morality

then one can
simply deduce
we are not
just
righteous, nor
moral

what’s clear
is that we can define
and judge
with reckless abandon
as we are
grossly incapable
of living up to
standardized definitions
seeming more content
on knowing how
to classify
and instruct
but unwilling
to learn
and embody

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Overflow-eth

May 3, 2022 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

the corrupt
can always be corrupted
even before
the corruption

the corruption
is reaction
of the
corrupted

whom are
in all actuality,
the corrupt

what then
is the catalyst
for the surfacing
of what was
already
lying beneath?

because that which
was seen
had been
but a smokescreen

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Cut Outs

May 3, 2022 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment


there are many pieces
can you see the ones needing to be brought back together?

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This is that Man’s Worlds

May 2, 2022 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

the world is more
than black and white
yet I lose not sight of arrangement
and feeling of place
I know these walls
intimate with their tremblings
my heart encompasses absolute truth
but my mind navigates orientation
and I am inside the belly of the beast
being not the least bit confused
of whose beastly belly I am submerged
the sickly grotesque stomach lining
of stolen legacies
for this is the insides of a white man
and I have been swallowed whole in his world

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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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