The Three H’s by John Green

Names and faces

I don’t remember until

I see them return

Over and over again.


Twenty-three years of being

Without family and friends

Leaves desperation

In place of hope.


I don’t know what

Tomorrow leaves for me

But if it’s anything like

Yesterday, I’m lost.


But somehow I find a way

To maintain my humanity,

My humility, and my

Sense of humor.


They can’t take these three things

Regardless of their attempts

Or their viciousness—


Remember the three H’s



And Humor.


Keep them safe and close,

Like your lives depend

Upon them,

Because they do…


John Green, 7/5/16.

Write to John:

John Green #671771

C.T. Terrell Unit

1300 FM 655

Rosharon, TX 77583


Energy Without Geography- John G.

Inside us all

There’s a place we call home.

Somewhere all our own

No one can take away.

And through it all

When we can’t face the day

We turn to ourselves and say

Why must we be alone?

                                                                                        It’s just energy

                                                                                                without geography.

                                                                                                    A place that we call our hearts

                                                                                                still beating in time.

                                                                                               It’s just a symphony

                                                                                                  with no choreography.

                                                                                                  Time isn’t wasted there

                                                                                                    when love was yours and mine.

Inside us all

there’s a time we remember best.

Sort of a history test

to answer a call.

And through it all

I thought I heard and saw

My dreams walking strong and tall

Yes, these were the best.

                                                                                            It’s just energy

                                                                                                     without geography.

                                                                                                       It’s just a symphony

                                                                                                         without choreography.

                                                    A play, a song, a rhyme…


Written by John Green #671771 from CT Terrell Unit in Rosharon, TX.

Poetry from Pelican Bay SHU

While we are still figuring out some things in Texas, I am happy to introduce a man who contacted me from solitary confinement at the Pelican Bay State Prison. Pelican Bay has been at the center of a legal battle over human rights abuses and prolonged use of solitary for several years now. Timothy has chosen to share some loving words despite the isolation he lives in. Enjoy!


I see orange and purple skies,

As I watch the sunset in her eyes,

Mesmerized —

Such an elegant beauty

In which she possesses

Her every word caresses

I find myself possessed

Alleviated stress

She strokes the keys to my life

Like a seasoned musician

Of whom I will always listen–

The eloquence of her melody

Lifts me up in pure rhapsody

And sets me down

Upon sweet crimson grass

Where I lay forever dreaming

At last, at last,

Finally, at long last.


Timothy Trujillo, P32319


PO BOX 7500

Crescent City, CA 95531

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