Nowhere Man

Here is a poem I wrote from my prison cell.

Day 12 without my husband at my side

I woke up this morning alone, for the 12th day. I get to wake up in a big, soft, warm bed, with the sunshine outside the window, and a hot shower to start the day. Marc wakes up on a narrow steel bed in a tiny cell, with a thick metal grate showing just a small glimpse of the outside world, and an open-space jail shower. It's not fair.

Vancouver Loves Cannabis Culture

It has been a sad couple weeks at Cannabis Culture as we deal with the imprisonment of our friend and Prince, Marc Emery - but here is something that cheered us up a little.

Prohibition Claims Another Victim

This is an unspeakably tragic story. As a parent, it is the kind of story that makes me fearful of the world that my children will inherit.
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