Poetry by Bryant Kirk
PTSDBy Bryant Kirk I’m feeling unloved mistreated. Neglected by young so call gang members’ organization bullies.…
by Bryant Kirk
Bryant Kirk
PTSDBy Bryant Kirk I’m feeling unloved mistreated. Neglected by young so call gang members’ organization bullies.…
by Bryant Kirk
Not InstitutionalizedBy Leon Johnson I try to live by themind of Christ, and notLook toward man.…
by Leon Johnson
Daniel lifted his unstretched arms in the air and yawned. For him, sleeping on a lumpy…
by Jerit Aaron
I can only see the face when I stand in a certain part of the yard.…
by Nathan Gray
THE LOS ANGELES FAIR CHANCE INITIATIVE FOR HIRING ORDINANCE (FCIHO) AND ITS COMPANION, THE LOS ANGELES…
by Robert Haas
In the summer of 1971, a basement at Stanford University became the stage for one of…
by Rober Haas
A Wake-Up Call for American PrisonersCount Your Blessings Behind Bars By Robert Haas If you are…
by Robert Haas
As a known legal expert and facilitator in the gated community I was asked to develop…
by Zachary Smith
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
