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Title: Adivina
Author: Faiello, Dean A.
Pages: 4 pages
State: New York
Text (O): Dean A. Faiello Adivina Fed up with my wreck-strewn, chaotic life, ricocheting between New York City crises, I decided to liquidate my few urban assets and dee to a Central American rain forest. Rather than face the task of changing my life, I took the easier route. I was lured by the romance of live volcanoes overlooking black sand beaches and banana trees. For two hours, as my Jeep snaked its way through the basaltic mountains of Costa Rica, I had little idea what to expect at each precipit...
PID: apw:12345902
Date Uploaded: 2016-10-24T18:15:50.675Z

Title: Contrapasso
Author: Faiello, Dean A.
Date: 2016-08
Pages: 17 pages
Text (TR): Do Faiello Word Count: 4850 Contrapasso In the middle of my life, at the age of forty-four, I found myself on a plane, sandwiched between two DoS* Marshals. I was being extradited from Costa Rica to face charges in New York. The rain forest and live volcanoes gave way to concrete laced with razor wire. After languishing on Rikers Island for a year and a half awaiting trial, I pled guilty to first degree assault. Sentenced to twenty years, I was grateful to leave Rikers. Twenty years of incarc...
PID: apw:12352818
Date Uploaded: 2018-06-16T02:34:40.406Z

Title: I shout, ergo, I be
Author: Faiello, Dean A.
Date: 2012-09
Pages: 11 pages
State: New York
Text (O): I Shout, Ergo, I Be Word count: 3000 D. Faiello Attica CF I Shout, Ergo, I Be August heat and hatred swirled around me. Men hollered between cells, filling the bricks and concrete of Attica with vented steam. They had few outlets except shouting, or fighting. "I’ll stab ya face, punk." "Come over here *n say that, you bitch ass nigga." "Hey yo, last nigga talk to me like that was part a my indictment." "You don't like it? Pop, nigga." I sat in my c...
PID: apw:12345907
Date Uploaded: 2016-10-24T18:15:51.116Z

Title: Impermanence
Author: Faiello, Dean A.
Date: 2010-08
Pages: 14 pages
Text (TR_WF): D. Faiello Attica CF Impermanence I sat in my cell, dressed, caffeinated and anxious, waiting for my cell gate to open. The squawk box instructed inmates with 9:00 am call-outs to proceed to the first floor. But my gate remained locked. The Officer on duty was in the CO's galley cooking his breakfast. The aroma of bacon, mingled with French toast and vanilla, wafted onto the company. I was getting annoyed. I didn't want to miss the Cephas meeting. I had spent most of the last two da...
PID: apw:12346989
Date Uploaded: 2017-08-16T02:16:35.651Z

Title: Memento
Author: Faiello, Dean A.
Pages: 2 pages
State: New York
Text (O): Memento The African sun, a shimmering orange disc, heated the Serengeti plain on the morning that Olivia's mother gave birth to a girl, Tamika. As the sun descended that night, providing relief from the sweltering heat, Olivia began to dig a single grave for both her mother and new-born sister. Their faceless identities were added to the list of two million lives claimed by HIV that year, and every year. Olivia's father watched the burial, shaded by the canopy of an African mahogany...
PID: apw:12345899
Date Uploaded: 2016-10-24T18:15:49.891Z

Title: Metanoia
Author: Faiello, Dean A.
Pages: 9 pages
State: New York
Text (O): Dean A. Faiello Word Count: Approx. 3000 Attica CF Metanoia I watched Richard Robles, sitting just outside his cell, create a lush, stately oak tree using watercolors and a small, inexpensive brush. I could see the details of each leaf. Yet Richie has been nowhere near a tree for fifty years. The closest tree is far beyond Attica's massive concrete wall, in a world in- accessible to Richie. The last time Richard enjoyed freedom, the Beatles were on tour in the U.S., and LBJ was in the Wh...
PID: apw:12345889
Date Uploaded: 2016-10-24T18:13:43.488Z

Title: Reparative therapy
Author: Faiello, Dean A.
Date: 2013-09
Pages: 16 pages
State: New York
Text (O): Reparative Therapy D. Faiello Word Count: 4500 Attica CF‘ Reparative Therapy Everyone who loved me told me I needed to change, to give up what I was doing to myself. But I refused. Spoiled and stubborn, I clung to my hedonistic life -- drinking, partying, blowing coke up my nose. I didn't like change, and I wanted no part of it. As a result, a judge sentenced me to twenty years. I sat in the back of an antiquated prison classroom listen- ing to a community college professor conjugate Spa...
PID: apw:12345919
Date Uploaded: 2016-10-24T19:55:26.853Z

Title: The waiting room
Author: Faiello, Dean A.
Date: 2011-09
Pages: 20 pages
State: New York
Text (O): The Waiting Room With the barrel of a drug rep's pen, I crushed hard rocks of cocaine in a mini--ziplock. My next patient, a laser face- lift, sat in the waiting room. I was tired. I had already per- formed with no lunch break three tattoo removals, a scar revi- sion, and five laser hair removals. It was 5:00 pm, and I needed a lift. My assistant's Voice erupted from the phone intercom. "Your patient wants to know if she can drink tea while she waits." "Herbal, no caf...
PID: apw:12345936
Date Uploaded: 2016-10-24T19:55:27.871Z

Title: Trump L'oeil
Author: Faiello, Dean A.
Pages: 5 pages
Text (O): Trump L'oeil D. Faiello Cayuga CF Dreaming of the world beyond the concrete walls that encircle Attica, I often fantasized about once again being an American citizen: voting; enlisting support for social justice issues like gender equality, and civil rights. Watch- ing CNN on an eight inch TV during the Democratic National Convention, I teared as I listened to Mothers of Black Lives Matter who lost children. Their unarmed sons and daughters were shot by police during traffic stops. I had...
PID: apw:12351521
Date Uploaded: 2018-03-16T23:11:35.937Z

Title: White noise
Author: Faiello, Dean A.
Date: 2009-04
Pages: 17 pages
State: New York
Text (O): Dean A. Faiello Attica CF White Noise I opened my dresser drawer and stared into a pile of socks. I was confused and afraid. My mother had told us to pack quick- ly. We were leaving the suburban home I had lived in all my twelve years. My father stood beside me in a gray suit, tie loosened, collar open. His dark eyes were fixed on my dresser. He asked me if I needed help packing. The question infuriated me. How could he force us to leave our home, late at night, yet ask if we needed help pack...
PID: apw:12345957
Date Uploaded: 2016-10-24T19:55:28.642Z

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