April 28, 2015

Karina and I visited Edgar this past weekend. Edgar says he’s feeling content. Apparently there is a lot of tension between some gangs in the prison, but he is able to drown out the noise by working hard on his sculptures. Here’s a photo of one he made recently:

He also wanted to share a poem he wrote:

Flies

We roamed
And now we don’t.
We dreamed
And now we won’t.
We bloomed
And now we’re done
We loved
And now we can’t.