Poetry by Marino Leyba
It’s Real NowBy Marino Leyba It’s real nowso tell me how you feel nowWith fake dreamsplots…
by Marino Leyba
It’s Real NowBy Marino Leyba It’s real nowso tell me how you feel nowWith fake dreamsplots…
by Marino Leyba
“Another bug hung herself,” squawked the radio. The morbidly obese correctional officer pressed the reply button…
by Linda Henning
Prison dentistry conjures visions of a “white, lab-coated, devilish dentist in a darkened room with a…
by Linda Henning
Prisoners begin their “tour of duty” through the prison-intake process. After the mandatory strip search, (the naked…
by Linda Henning
Pigeons are rock-doves, albeit, darker-colored than white doves, and sometimes called, “Sky Rats” Their feathered finery…
by Linda Henning
Various tech companies are trying to change the prison environment in favor of the administration, eroding…
by Linda Henning
I stumbled across her while traipsing through the prison yards searching for unusual vegetation and wildlife…
by Linda Henning
If a game show host, in front of millions of viewers, poses a question to you,…
by Linda Henning
When the warden left the prison and his trailer on top of the hill, he abandoned…
by Linda Henning
The Soft, Buttery SunBy L.T. Henning Soaking under the soft, buttery sun. I watch clouds sail…
by Linda Henning
