Poetry by Brenda Payne
ProgrammingBy Brenda Payne In the Federal Bureau of Prisons, the inmates closer to their release date…
ProgrammingBy Brenda Payne In the Federal Bureau of Prisons, the inmates closer to their release date…
Pillow-talk Poetry Poem #1By Joshua Mebane Do you hear meCall your nameLate at nightFrom far away…
On That Blue MorningBy Raymond White As I sat alongside my bed, unbelievably stunnedon how beautiful…
1990s Inner City AmericaBy Daniel Sigler He was enamored by the nocturnal nightlife which existed after…
ReflectionsBy Jeff Freeman In my mind,when I take a morning walkdown the wooded road,I see my…
I have had many teachers in my life. Some were remarkable, some were merely effective, and some…
PrayBy Andy Powell God whispering into my ears everyday telling me I can pray anytime, anywhere,…
Lost and Can’t Be FoundBy Jared Ribardi Lost and can’t be found.Wondering aimlessly among the worms…
Why…By Gregory Netter Too many years of tears of painTrapped behind wallswith bars of steelMy mind…
Recently I met a girl who works at Dunkin, formerly known as Dunkin Donuts. Of course,…
