Pornchai Moontri’s Outstanding Wood Working

These images of Pornchai’s work were submitted to me by his friend.

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A short note about Pornchai Moontri from Sophie:

Pornchai’s story Super Max was first published on Voices August 9, 2011, it has since been picked up by the site Solitary Watch.   If you are as compelled by this amazing writer/artist as Voices has been, I recommend you read Pornchai’s Story.  The piece was originally published in December 2007 The Catholic League for Religious and Civil Rights and all rights belong to them. –Sophie


Stunning Sophie Inchains & Bald Eagle Drawings

Sophie,                                                                                           7-7-11

Just Wanted to send you a couple of things for the blog.  With permissions to print & keep them.

I recently received copies of my stuff on your blog.  Thank you.

The hardest part of “Life” is the loneliness!  Keep the faith.




NH State Prison


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The Fade of Innocence: A poem and note from a New Voice in California



In The Beginning of Your Youth,

You Prayed For a Family Life That Was True,

however, Circumstances Changed all of That For you.


Left Home When You Were Young,

Then The Lost of Innocence Started Troubling You.


Disobedience To Parents, Didn’t Want To Hear What They Had To Say,

Thought It Was Cool For You To Stay Out Late.


Disinterested In School, The Pull of The Streets

That Was The Beginning of Your “Oops” In The Streets.


Corrupted In Thought, A Image To Portray A lifestyle That

Forced Your Innocence To Fade Away.


Daddy Wasn’t Home To Teach Or To Guide…

You Felt Alone, All Empty Inside, Lost Your Directions,

Ended Up Doing Time, In And Out of Jail,

With The Wrong Ideas In Mind.


Bad Choices, Getting Caught Up In The Mix,

Trying To Make A Illegal Dollar,

But You Left Your Finger Prints.


Now Out In The World Seeking To Find Your Fame,

Playing Rushing Roulette With Your Life, A Dangerous Game.


Hey Cuz!  Hey Blood!  Different Made Up Names,

The Fade of Innocence Caught Up In The Game.


Standing Before The Court Entering Into A System That

Will Eat You Up… Caged Up Like Nobody,

When Somebody Should Have Had Enough…

Two Years, Four Years, Life Without


It Was The Fade of Innocence That Brought This All About.

What Will It Take To Make This All Go Away?


Stand Up, Be Your Own Man…

Start A New Day.


You Are Someone’s Brother, Someone’s Uncle, Someone’s Father,

Someone’s Son, And Someone’s Friend.


When will You Decide To Stop, Renew Your Life,

So You Can Be There With Them Again?


By Jimmy Gafferey

AKA, Yusf Islam


Dedicated To My Son [name omitted by Sophie], With The Hope For A Brighter Future

Love Always,  Dad.




Dear Sophie Inchains

My name is Jimmy Gafferey Jr and it is my prayer that your establishment will see fit, to print my poetry in your articles and allow my work to possibly motivate and inspire other people to appreciate good ideas.  Please write me back and let me know what you think of my writings.  Thank you very much in your time in reading my material.


Jimmy  2011


Mr. Gaffeney is looking for pen-pals.  Here is his contact information: 

Mr. Jimmy L. Gaffeney Jr.  P41264

PO Box 689/FW-137

Soledad, CA. 93960

Please Note:  This poem came typed with a Xerox picture of Jimmy and his son.  Unfortunately, I cannot publish that picture however, I think it is important to know that the poem includes it.

A New Voice: Four Poems and a Note from NH State Prison


Dear Madam,

Please accept these submissions for the Voices From The Cracks blog.  These are original pieces written between December 2010, March 2011 when I was in a dark place.

Feel free to publish them separately or all at once.  If you find them to be intriguing, I will gladly send more.



New Hampshire State Prison



Human Trash

by Richard

The walls surround

Twenty feet is as two hundred

Forever in well-lit darkness

Freedom only inches away—

And always out of reach

Laughter echoing throughout—

From jokes not meant to amuse

Language stabbing like shanks

Crimes that don’t fit grand designs

Appeals written but seldom heard

Reacclimation for Lucky few

Society’s Recycle Bin

In time they scroll down and click delete




Guilty Conscience

by Richard

Blood on my hands

Of all the crimes

Never I—lifes too prescious

The path traversed was not intended

Does Hell await?

Forever closed to St. Peter’s Gate


by Richard

Highly calibrated monotony

Tweeked to perfection

Guaranteed to never change perceptibly

Eggregiously boring, willfully silent—

Skillfully quiet

Manufactured to specifics

Prefabricated with purpose

Illogical in its intensity

Conspicuously devoid of Rehabilitation

The Sheppard

by Richard

With a command they shuffle to the stalls

Eyes downcast-careful not to jostle

Emotions restrained

Outburst dealt with harshly

Pitiful conformity

Life for the sake of Living

Sustained by the meakest of rations

The few controlling the many

A bark tells the animals to sleep

A multitude of temperments

Become mewing sheep

Please note: It is the policy of Voices to publish poetry exactly as written without notations for spelling errors in order to keep the art as close to the authors original piece as possible.

Mind Dazed

Mind Dazed”

I hit this weed so hard that my lungs produce smoke;

Don’t need to blaze, only got to breathe in and my life

a joke;

I take hits to my lungs that’s so hard to digest;

smoke lingering in my chest, putting my mind to rest;

Is it this weed, that makes my mouth slip, my words

impact this way;

Or this Natty Ice which makes my vision sway;

So, why don’t you close the door and put tape around the cracks;

And sit back and relax;

And watch this blunt disappear like fire eats candle wax.