Poetry by Patrick Jones
It’s on MeBy Patrick Jones Somewhere…Hidden deep inside of meBowed back with arms outstretchedArthritic digits, crackling…
by Patrick Jones
It’s on MeBy Patrick Jones Somewhere…Hidden deep inside of meBowed back with arms outstretchedArthritic digits, crackling…
by Patrick Jones
Bernice has slipped into a long-forgotten memory. In it she is a recently married, newly employed,…
by Shedrick Hutson
On September 25, 2025, Red Onion State Prison (ROSP), in the mountains of Southeast Virginia, accelerated…
by Shedrick Hutson
The Virginia Department of Corrections has finally shown its true colors. For over 26 years I…
by Shedrick Hutson
Dear Young ManBy David Hosley Stand up straight & speak tall,for you are a soldier. A…
by David Hosley, Jr.
Cedar HillBy Donte’ Jones On a stone pier surrounded by waterNot fresh, yet vibrant, aroma of…
by Donte Jones VA
Introduction You won’t recognize me. My story will be unfamiliar. The usual narrative where a person…
by Shedrick Hutson
Dear MamaBy Lorenzo Saylor I know that we don’t talk much,So, I have to put my…
by Lorenzo Saylor
When the word “habit” or the phrase “habitual behavior” comes up, addiction is most often the…
by David Annarelli
If I owned a publishing company, my mission statement would sound something like this: “To extend…
by Chanell Burnette
