Since this is about the time of year during which the event in the poem below took place, I thought it perhaps timely to repost it here.
This is the only poem I've ever published. It's based on a true event and I've included the bio which states that which Blue Moon included.
Some of you may have loved ones who are incarcerated. This is the toughest time of year for most who are inside the walls. A box of cookies is really appreciated! Although, for myself, a carton of butts was even better!
Things are much better these days...
My
Father and Robert Frost/Les
Edgerton
One day I found a volume of poetry
by Robert Frost in the prison library at Pendleton and checked it out.
Back in my cell, I read: Home is the place where, when you want to go
there, they have to take you in.
When I made
parole, I called my mom to tell her my good news. I found out that my dad had
never read Robert Frost.
At least not that poem.
Published
in Blue Moon Literary and Art Review, Issue
6: Fall-Winter, 2010.
Included
in the forthcoming short story collection, Gumbo
Ya-Ya: In the Zone and other Stories, Snubnose Press, Dec. 2011
Author’s
bio:
Les
Edgerton is an ex-convict, having served a bit over 2 years in Pendleton
Reformatory on charges of second-degree burglary (plea-bargained down from
multiple counts of burglary, strong-arm robbery, armed robbery, and possession
of narcotics with intent to sell. The poem here is based verbatim on his own experience upon making
parole.
Yeah, things are a LOT better now!
Blue skies and Merry Christmas,
Les
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2 comments:
I've read this before & I'm glad I read it again. Says it all. Judy
Thanks for sharing yourself through poetry. Sometimes the few words of a poet can speak volumes, can't it.
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