Wow, I can hardly believe I'm on the Internet.
I know this has to be reaching at least one or two more people than I normally could just reach by writing letters.
First of all I want to say that I won't know what this website will look like on a computer screen, as I do not have access to the Internet and can not view it for myself or have a hand in developing the graphics that may or may not be used.
I just hope that it will catch your eye and that you will want to continue further. Please continue to scan and read the materials it contains. With some Grace and a lot of luck, perhaps I will manage to write something that will speak to your heart.
I have only a vague understanding of websites and the Internet and zero experience with them, considering I have never even used a computer in my life. And now here I am on the "net".
I read all that I can about all of it and I will no doubt learn more about the Internet and websites as time passes, and in that event I would like to try to really customize this one and make it as appealing to the casual scanning eye as possible.
Have you ever taken a look inside the mind and heart of one sentenced to death and caged within the bowels of the executioners castle?
Probably not. The raging psychological war that goes hand in sitting helpless on death row, does tend to get a bit tense at times. So then, why not amuse yourself at my expense and read what this heart and soul manages to scream out onto the page while he's still alive and able.
You might even find yourself surprised that I seem so human! I am after all, you know. Just another regular guy. Life took a weird and serious turn and events transpired that caused me to be here.
I won't talk about my case on advice of my appeal counsel. Somehow I am still maintaining the slightest shimmer of hope not to be executed here so I have to listen to counsel.
Writing has been 99% of my communication with the outside world for the past 10 years. There's no telling how many pages, how many reams and volumes I have written during this time. I wish I would've had some place to keep a copy of all of it stored, for it seems to provide me with a sense of life. Just to look at something done, something that marks the passing of time for me, helps me to remember that still I am alive.
Alas, I have not saved everything I have written over the years, for numerous reasons.
Hopefully, with the creation of this website I will have just the right forum to preserve the majority of what I write from now on. We will both see how it goes.
I want you, in the meantime, to please read on.
I welcome and all questions or comments you might have, and I'll do my best to answer them all.
Just E-mail them to the address provided and Niels will forward them on to me.
As for myself, in the meantime I will continue trying to say a decent goodbye to the men around me, as they are one by one led off to be murdered, while simultaneously trying to keep my chin up enough to make these letters seem coherent and somehow useful.
From the Execution Capital of North America
Martin A. Draughon
T E M P U S F U G I T
A COLLECTION OF PROSE AND POETRY
BY TROVATORE POETASTER AND MARTIN DRAUGHON
They were also written for ourselves in an effort to find "reason" in the situation we now find ourselves in. They're a medium used to vent our emotions, to face our "reality", and to try to relate this unnatural existence to others.
We hope the reader will be able to feel our pain and regret, and come to understand that we're not the unfeeling animals which the Judges and D.A.'s claim we are in the Political rhetoric used to further their own careers and to build their reputations as "Defenders of Justice".
"Trovatore Poetaster" is a pseudonym used for the collaborative efforts of Martin A. Draughon, #878, and Ted C. Cole, #906, both of whom are sitting on Texas' Death Row.
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