Art and Poetry by Arnoldo Juarez
No Longer a Punching BagBy Arnoldo Juarez I was awfully impulsive beforemy incarceration and I had…
by Arnoldo Juarez
No Longer a Punching BagBy Arnoldo Juarez I was awfully impulsive beforemy incarceration and I had…
by Arnoldo Juarez
Trapped SoulBy Dewan Evans Trapped SoulTrapped in an eight by nine barely see the skyConvicted unjustifiedA…
by Dewan Evans CA
I’ve been reading with great interest the Transitionish series by Thomas Whitaker, describing his path from…
by Michael Wayne Hunter
Westside Rodney Riots Days after DJ’s 11th birthday, Johnnie Mae spent the morning on the phone with…
by Daniel Sigler
Some years ago, I got in touch with my friend from back in the day. First…
by Jerit Aaron
Daniel lifted his unstretched arms in the air and yawned. For him, sleeping on a lumpy…
by Jerit Aaron
Poem #1By Johnny Gouveia & Greg Shiga It is cold inside,hands sustaining warmth tideMind can wander…
by Johnny Gouveia
A window ledge can come with a variety of languages. There is the most obvious one…
by Michael Larue Thomas
Typing a report, I was the night Lieutenant’s clerk in Program. The Sergeant’s clerk warned, “Officer…
by Michael Wayne Hunter
What if Neo from the “Matrix” was black? That is how I feel; lost in the…
by Jerit Aaron
