Poetry by Fernando Rivas
NightsongBy Fernando Rivas The ghost croaking of tree frogsand the unwrapped memoriesfrom my life beforescattered paper…
NightsongBy Fernando Rivas The ghost croaking of tree frogsand the unwrapped memoriesfrom my life beforescattered paper…
PART 1 At some point, society really needs to have a sitdown with how far too…
When I was incarcerated at twenty years old, I still had an adolescence mindset. My mind…
Consider this situation concerning showers in prison: in American prisons, staff must provide a number of rights…
To read Part Two click here Even in the darkness of the cell, with the lights…
To read Part One click here I had no strength to make an honest attempt to…
Introduction For 13 months (portions of 2017 and 2018), I lived in a correctional facility, operated…
In prisons, there are venues for inmates who have been abused or treated unfairly or inhumanely.…
An essay written after the death of Mr. Clinton Dwayne Smith, July 5, 2016, reflected in December,…
Part One: The Fallen Years ago, while in prison in Tucson, I was falsely accused by…
