Poetry by Luis Roldan
AddictedBy Luis Roldan You know who I am, you’ve called me your friend.No beginning or middle,…
AddictedBy Luis Roldan You know who I am, you’ve called me your friend.No beginning or middle,…
The Letter of the Culture of Hip Hop Music vs Mass Incarceration (The Secret Meeting)By Jamilah…
Good – N – Evil (dedicated to six females who died in March 2014)By George Wilder…
Don’t Ever QuitBy Cole Onstad In a cell,Feels like hell,On misery I dwell. Man it’s hot.Left…
Early Memory: The Rose BushBy Abel Castillo I remember standing outside on the front yard of…
The Way OutBy Fidencio Valdez The way out is found in a source . A source…
CrashBy Fernando Rivas How might disaster strkesudden and without even a moment’s warningHow we only live…
One hears a good deal of talk these days about Norwegian-style prison reformation, of changing the…
PoemBy Kyle Johnson Excuses I’ve come to formulate, driven by anger forged by hate! Help for…
My daughter Kay and I stood outside the front door of Al’s Fireworks Emporium and watched…
