Left to right

My second marriage certainly qualified as a learning experience.  I learned many, many things in that brief time but the lesson I find the most important is this—even the darkest storm cloud truly does have a silver lining.  I can honestly say he changed who I am at the very core, for the better I believe.  My whole life I was very left brained like my father; a math whiz, very compulsive and rigid. I wanted desperately to be more like my right brained mom; she is creative, artistic and flexible.  No amount of art classes, practice, or encouragement from mom could change the reality that I lacked artistic talent.  Then Prince Charming came along—boxing my ears, bashing my heed into walls and floors, and often choking me until I lost consciousness.  I thought he’d end my life but thanks to the amazing powers of the human brain he gave me a new life—the life of an artist.  Because most of the damage was sustained on the left side of my brain, the right began to compensate and grew stronger.  I may struggle with basic math now but I’m enjoying being a right brained person.    Few folks get to experience being both left and right brained in one lifetime.  I consider that my abusive jerk of a husband gave me a very unique wedding gift, the gift or artistic abilities.  He taught me a serious lesson in seeing the positive in any situation!

Angela Specker


My deepest feelings are man made

I’m a toy.  Wanna play?

Aren’t I cute and just so sweet?

But inside this casing is flesh and meat.

Strengthened by spirit and bones

Sorry dear…what I’ve got you’ll never own

For the right price though you may try

But you’ll surely die inside

Look in the mirror…Little snake

For oneself to forsake.

Ashley Brynn Morales

Oral Fix

One of the decided benefits of my stay here in this DOC mandated rehab is my toothbrush.  Ok-yes, gone are the days or wrestling with a (barely) 3 inch plastic stump, straining my numbed fingers to maneuver the all-too-swiftly-tired bristles into position to snag those pesky food fragments trapped in the nether regions of my mouth.  Gone, also, are the mornings of bleary-eyed grappling with a stubby stick too short even to stir an average cup of coffee.  (Not that I’d want to.)  And no more standing at the sink, my forearm immersed nearly to the wrist in my foam-drooling maw, grappling with the MCDC-issued implement pursuit of oral hygiene.

Now, I have it all-a deluxe high-end apparatus of dental dexterity.  A veritable Cadillac of cavity cleaner, a BMW of a breath freshener, a Mercedes of mouth cleanliness-it is mine!  Measuring nearly 8 inches, this sleek beauty features an ergonomically molded handle complete with 3 strategically placed  patches of gripper bumps, and a flat oval on the hand end bottom (for upright stability when set down on the bathroom countertop.)  The brush head has 3 different colored bristles, arranged in a pattern that’s no doubt to ensure maximum debris removal.  Their wavering heights are apparently designed to further assist in complete cleaning of the oral area. And-lookie here!-at the tip end of the brush, an angled tuft of specialized bristles gets down to the gum line efficiently.  But wait-there’s more!  On each side of the brush head, attached firmly as limpets to a rock, there are 3 tapering points of flexible plastic to massage those gums and promote that all-important healthy circulation.

Aaah-today, I revel at the dual control sink, sweeping my canines, incisors, and molars with blissful abandon, delighted that the dark days of dinky dental devices are well in the past!

Dorm B eat your heart out!   Or rather, eat and then see just how much you wish that you had a supreme scrubber like mine!



The realization has finally hit me

The aches of my pain has dawned on me

Stricken abruptly by my past mishaps of

My dealings, with what’s called addiction

Funny, my mother I saw, appeared before

Me in a glass. Reflected of her being, but

Both our past in me.

Oh, how this pain stricken me

To walk down the path that killed her deliberately

With relapse and mishaps

It’s okay to make mistakes.  But, it’s the

Mistakes that makes us when we wallow in

Our shameful pain.  Pity from our past that laughs.

Our hearts are so warm it melts inside

The storm.  With no warning it comes so fast

To speak out loud, OH how I’ve realized…

That this time will be the last time…

Who I’ve lost, goodbyes to offspring

I’ve brought into this world, depending on me

To make them through, Goodbye to those I look at still, Goodbye to

My should of’s would of’s could of’s

If I only have should of’s Goodbye to only If’s

God take this hand of mine

Help me become more like you

With your blood of wine… Your bread of life… It’s my right

Help me to fulfill the life you have always planned to instill before me

Help me fulfill your needs, wants, and destiny


Do you not hear my cry to you?

I stand foreign of my debts to you

I STAND because I belong with you

Realization has finally sunken through

Sharon Jackson


Runnin low on patience

Runnin low on faith

Losin touch with love

And I’m learning how to hate

Temper runnin high

Fears are runnin higher

Been in limbo way too long

Think I’d rather feel fire

Used to be a different girl

Now I can’t even tell

Swerved off the path to heaven

Sittin in the waiting room to hell

Angela Specker


God I can not do nothing right

Dead emotions reliving my past life

How will I win this fight

I started within myself

So long ago

Back when I was innocent

Yet so old

Cheering and dancing were my passion, one

I gave up for acting, just to keep things cool,

I went to school

Just to make the boys drool

Little did I know I was looking the Fool

I had everything a girl could want

But I threw it all away

For something I thought was more fun

That crazy life, that wildlife, that nightlife

That made me grow just not inside

Daddy was not home

Mom drank shit with white foam

At 12 what do I do?

Just drive around smoke and cruise

You know it is better said

I went to far ahead, and started to rebel

Against all the good I could not tell

Like always shaking my ass in the club I was growing to fast

Started hooking up with boys

When really I should have been hooking up with school

Now I am 19 and I am expecting things that did not seem

Could really happen to me

Thought I was strong and always right


The fact I was going down the wrong path

Truly that is not where happiness ever was at

   by Hilda


Sitting here depressed alone in my cell wondering what went wrong why did I end up in HELL.

     Glad I’m alone so no one can see the pain and hurt that has been bestowed upon me.

     Hoping I’ll make it through what now I have to call my life to make it out before I die.

     All the meds in the world could not bring me up.  My husband and children are not in my life.

     So I sit and I rot from the inside out.  Inside this hell I can not get out, Sit alone and cry at night just to get up and repeat my now so called life.