The Drummer’s Beat
It was an unforgettable sound–subtle and quaint. At least it had been. Rodney felt chills down…
by Ramelle Kamack
It was an unforgettable sound–subtle and quaint. At least it had been. Rodney felt chills down…
by Ramelle Kamack
Mariupol, Ukraine It felt like early afternoon, perhaps later, but time made no difference then. Far…
by Ramelle Kamack
SheBy Luis Marquez Prieto She’s different, she’s not the person she once used to be. She…
by Luis Marquez Prieto
From 1984 until 2002, I was housed on San Quentin’s death row before I was sentenced…
by Michael Wayne Hunter
by Ramelle Kamack As an expanse of ghastly clouds veiled the light of afternoon, Chicago neared…
by Ramelle Kamack
Gio is my buddy for life. We met at our Life Skills group that was fourteen…
by Millard Baker
In the depths of darkness and despair, where hope seemed but a distant dream, there emerged…
by Rivelino Lopez
I read with interest “Gratitude” by Cesar Hernandez on Minutes Before Six. In the first paragraph,…
by Michael Wayne Hunter
In 2016, I was housed at Sierra Conservation Center in the California foothills where six days…
by Michael Wayne Hunter
