Poetry by Chase Wiley
The Lion TamerBy Chase Wiley There once was a lion tamerWho stood so tall and stoutHe…
The Lion TamerBy Chase Wiley There once was a lion tamerWho stood so tall and stoutHe…
Double EdgeBy Daniel Gebhardt I walk the long line of lifeonly to find that I was…
A Drama of Trauma!!By Kareem Wilkes Gloom be the color of my birthstoneConcrete jungle was my…
I tried to pitch to a friend of a friend who does documentaries, an idea to…
Read Part 1 here This reward I gain for my folly. – Tertullian Living in a…
Stop the HateBy De’jon Yearling You don’t know who I am, but youGot a lot to…
What Time Is It?By Michael Wayne Hunter A tap on my cell door. “What?” Hard Core’s…
In prison the goal is to survive. Many officers enforce the rules differently and arbitrarily, making…
My Love Letter to the StreetsBy Gerardo Esquivel My infatuation goes far beyond emotionI gave you…
Dear Minutes Before SixBy Mark Torres It’s one second before six-thirty. That is bright and early…
