Tales from death row: Justice for Rodney Reed by Caitlin Adams
Injustice time as of this writing: 5,528 days 132,674 hours
The moon
A mountain
The stars
A wildflower
The clouds
A leaf
The ocean
A stream
The sky
A blade of grass
Never utter a single word,
Yet - oh so, profoundly, express
more in their being
than all the words ever written.
This poem wrote itself yesterday and I woke up this morning thinking about it and words. All the billions of words, I've thought, spoken, written in my life and how for all the billions they are only an infinitesimally small expression of me.
This led me to thinking about this blog and how I am trying to bring expression to not only me but Rodney—his life, his story, our friendship. The only tool in my toolbox is words; words that, to borrow a few Zen words "only point to" the essence, the real, the depth. Oh, there is so much more: