Poetry By Norman Williams
Quietly VisitingBy Norman Williams It is only the morning breezeQuietly visiting – in betweenDawn and sunriseEarly…
Quietly VisitingBy Norman Williams It is only the morning breezeQuietly visiting – in betweenDawn and sunriseEarly…
One of my oldest memories is of when I was a toddler, in some long-forgotten apartment,…
The world was a different place when I began my federal incarceration back in 2013. Now…
By the time I was 11, I was a full-fledge drug addict. Let that sink in.…
Officers are outside the door yelling, “Uncover your window” over and over. I don’t respond. I…
On April fifth I was born only to find myself suddenly in a world in which…
We are all open books. However, it is only with a deep internal reckoning or a…
ChaoticBy Dennis McFadden Unapologetic . . .Is There a Sense of SadnessConfronting difficult Truths,Raw . .…
THINKING 2 MYSELFBy Titus Banks My thoughts are clouded,as sit in a two man cell that…
I’ve said before how difficult it is to meet people in prison. Most inmates you don’t…
