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Poetry and Prose by Russell Wardlow

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Trauma

Long Distance Love

October 3, 2017 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

How can you feel you’ve lost what you have
Yet never feel like you ever had what you lost
The paradox of love distance relationships
Long distance love
How can any real love be distant
Or be explained by the length of separation
When love is the desire to be one with
Not to be with one

Filed Under: Love, Trauma

Atonement 

October 3, 2017 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

I’ve spent so much time trying to atone 

A lot of things I’ve toned down 

I’m not perfect, and yet you still first, see my tone

Can you even feel the pain in my tone

Or are you tone deaf

I pick up the phone – no dial tone. 

Filed Under: Love, Mercy, Trauma

Through It All

September 19, 2017 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

All of the things I’ve went through 

Now I can barely see through my window 

Sealed doors will never let the wind through 

No air and alone 

Sometimes I think if the wind has been through

The things I went through 

But through it all, I’ll still get through

Filed Under: Mercy, Spirit, Trauma

For My Life

September 13, 2017 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

Prison was punishment

but I can’t stomach it

They put a price on my life

I gotta fight for my life

I broke my left after a right

They rollin’ dice on my life

Lions eat mice in this life

I need a knife for my life

Cuz they’ll stick a knife in my life

Might have to take a life for my life

And I might get life for that life

A lot in my eyes that I hide

Say I’m alright but I lie

Cuz I have a fight, I have pride

On borrowed time while inside

How much time til outside

My neighbor just lost his life

Before he made it outside

Everyday will I see night

Every night will I see light

I thought time had paid that price

But that price could be my life.

Filed Under: Inside, Mercy, Spirit, Trauma

Hurts Good

September 13, 2017 by Russell Wardlow 1 Comment

I ran away from pleasure

and embraced the pain

to which became her name –

love hurts – but I love hurt

and I love hers – because I love her….

pain

Filed Under: Inside, Love, Trauma

Cunning-Linguist

September 13, 2017 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

I don’t need to know your whereabouts or what you’re wearing out

and if you wore it out –

Even if it’s a dress, unless you’re undressed

But there’s one thing we need to get addressed, before you get a dress,

Like, why were you seen leaving his address?

Filed Under: Love, Trauma

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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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