Having visited Alcatraz a few times, you captured it completely. I could never quite wrap my words around the feeling of being there, but the imagery of the window slit in the concrete wall ... somehow, that's it.
If you're interested in the time when the corridors were teeming with testosterone, highly recommend watching Escape From Alcatraz (1979) about the three prisoners that escaped in the early 1960s and were never found.
“The daffodils sway on the decline.
How do I love this life right here?
The aching heart in my tender chest,
this cobbled toe in a too-small shoe.
I pause. I yearn.”
Damn that hit hard. I loved this, and the line about not being able to imagine the blood on the walls really struck a chord with me❤️❤️
Having visited Alcatraz a few times, you captured it completely. I could never quite wrap my words around the feeling of being there, but the imagery of the window slit in the concrete wall ... somehow, that's it.
If you're interested in the time when the corridors were teeming with testosterone, highly recommend watching Escape From Alcatraz (1979) about the three prisoners that escaped in the early 1960s and were never found.