Donate to Marius’ Support Fund

Please donate to Mason’s support fund!  All donations made through this website are used for Marius’ support.

Donations help Marius pay for postage and telephone and video calls home,  art supplies, magazine subscriptions, books, and other materials.  In order to maintain his health, Marius must buy additional food from the prison commissary, these are the primary expenses.  Marius’ attorneys – even though they work pro bono – have expenses as well. Visitors, including his children, friends, and supporters must fly to Connecticut to see him where they have rent a car and stay in a hotel near the prison.

Donations by Venmo are made through our friends at Fifth Estate (@Fifth-Estate)

Please include a comment noting your donation is for Marius

Click here to donate via paypal, with a one-time or monthly donation

Checks or money orders should be made out to Julie Herrada or Peter Werbe: put “Marius Mason” on the subject line.

Mail checks to:
Support Marius Mason
PO Box 201016 Ferndale, MI 48220

Spring Equinox

I was remembering today
Walking in the Equinox air between the fences
Everywhere
The blinding bright sun shining
Into my old eyes
Looking in the woods beyond the barbed wire
Split so that I felt my life in two places
Once I ushered a biologist to visit
A massive broken oak, another woods
Another time
As her many daughters
Green and graceful
Held the Earth around us
In silence and in hope, we all of us
Some twisty gnarl of law we knew to still the big machines
From bringing down a sufficiently
Ancient tree
The question put and bark and bulk answering back –
No, not 400 years, though surely
Maybe, it could be 250
No way to know for sure, until
Her shattered body reveals her truth with an end
And then,
It is just data and too late
So many stipulations to compassion
When every acorn holds the antidote to human hubris and destruction
In the possibility of awe –
And then here again,
In this time viewing
These easy thousand trees holding the earth along the hills
So many answers to what ails us
In any place at all it seems
Like air within us and around us
But so rarely on our mind