The Sub Rosa
He stood staring at the chair in front of the window. It was not a chair…
by Michael Larue Thomas
He stood staring at the chair in front of the window. It was not a chair…
by Michael Larue Thomas
Walking from my housing unit to my work assignment in the Program office just before 2pm,…
by Michael Wayne Hunter
Living The DreamBy Kenneth Walker Life it is The Struggle, carrying on despite despairAlmost more than…
by Kenneth Walker
As an incarcerated journalist, I have passion to shine light on various dark problems that plague…
by Millard Baker
Expressions are seen on every face and body throughout the world. Which says the most can…
by Gregory Shiga
Lazily soaking up the early morning sun on the exercise yard, I awaited my boss to…
by Michael Wayne Hunter
“Hunter,” a guard called as I exited my housing unit for breakfast then work at the…
by Michael Wayne Hunter
Almost 8am, feeling bored, a bit lazy, I decided to drift towards work. Pulling open the…
by MIchael Wayne Hunter
There are many unwritten lessons learned by being dropped into an incarcerated environment. For me, the…
by Stuart Anderson
On the quiet evening in the small Himalayan town sat a monk. He was sitting in…
by Jerit Aaron
