Art and Poetry by George Eagle Eyes Wilder
Awaken, with I AmBy George Wilder In the turmoil of concrete & steel,Where numbers become prominent…
Awaken, with I AmBy George Wilder In the turmoil of concrete & steel,Where numbers become prominent…
Walking from my housing unit to my work assignment in the Program office just before 2pm,…
Living The DreamBy Kenneth Walker Life it is The Struggle, carrying on despite despairAlmost more than…
As an incarcerated journalist, I have passion to shine light on various dark problems that plague…
Expressions are seen on every face and body throughout the world. Which says the most can…
Lazily soaking up the early morning sun on the exercise yard, I awaited my boss to…
Low Tone ChatterBy Michael Thomas Da silent sounds-of talks out loudWhat echoes in da darkA truth…
“Hunter,” a guard called as I exited my housing unit for breakfast then work at the…
DriftBy Jerit Aaron There’s violent currents all around meMine no longer push me to the bottomYet,…
Almost 8am, feeling bored, a bit lazy, I decided to drift towards work. Pulling open the…
