Poetry by Vincent Lamar Williams
Intense ExerciseBy V. Lamar Williams My palms are sweaty,knees weak,my arms are heavy –but my spirit…
by Vincent Williams
Vincent Williams
Intense ExerciseBy V. Lamar Williams My palms are sweaty,knees weak,my arms are heavy –but my spirit…
by Vincent Williams
Where are You?By Mark Hamme My first poem this time is an appealThat you give some…
by Mark Hamme
An Eagle’s TaleBy Darrell Jarvis Mist in the garden, Adam and Eve,dinosaurs, cavemen, it started to…
by Darrell Jarvis MI
When I was incarcerated at twenty years old, I still had an adolescence mindset. My mind…
by Deandre Currie-Lamar
A VisionBy Jesus Manuel Torres I have a vision as I continue to walk this road…
by Jesus Manuel Torres
While paddling my custom made, streamlined four-seater canoe up the New Nile River, just inside the…
by James Kunkel
Self-propelled in this muddy revelation, the measure of this writing is not to examine crime, but…
by Darrell Jarvis
A window ledge can come with a variety of languages. There is the most obvious one…
by Michael Larue Thomas
I have been incarcerated for approximately twenty-four years and often times it seems like I was…
by Frank Winn
Typing a report, I was the night Lieutenant’s clerk in Program. The Sergeant’s clerk warned, “Officer…
by Michael Wayne Hunter
