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With lasting gratitude to Deborah Luster and to Jack Woody, and to the men and women of East Carroll Parish Prison Farm, Transylvania; Louisiana Correctional Institute for Women, St. Gabriel; and Louisiana State Penitentiary, Angola.
God was pleased by the good he did and we pray his mercy for the wrong
The lone epitaph at Point Lookout Cemetery, Angola. Released from prison, Charles C. Hawell died in January, nineteen and thirty-four, at thirty-four years of age, and as stipulated in his will was brought back inside for burial.
Contents
10 On Privacy
11 On the Lessening of Free-World Ties
15 Dialing Dungeons for Dollars
16 Modern Times
18 Wednesdays were important for Faith
19 Why has the feld line started so late
22 Dear night dear shade dear executioner
26 First Memory
27 Why, good morning Miss Toliver, how are you
28 Le ciel est, par-dessus le toit
31 Why does it take so goddamn long—
36 Count her bruises and contusions
39 Enters a silence that never reverses itself
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