Poetry by Logan Mott
The Days Are LongBy Logan Mott the days are long,and great the shadows creepon and on,…
The Days Are LongBy Logan Mott the days are long,and great the shadows creepon and on,…
PREPONDERATING THE EVIDENCEBy James Kunkel I Was Taught… Jesus loves me.my prayers would be answered.love conquers…
Remand – A Court StoryBy Ronald Cundiff. At court, in walks the district attorney ready to…
Reinstate Federal ParoleBy Mark Hamme Did you know 20 years is the maximum timeWestern Europeans are…
ChaoticBy Dennis McFadden Unapologetic . . .Is There a Sense of SadnessConfronting difficult Truths,Raw . .…
THINKING 2 MYSELFBy Titus Banks My thoughts are clouded,as sit in a two man cell that…
A Place Called HomeBy Breon Powell In the vibrant city,Each street tells stories of the stateFrom…
NIFLHEIM IS WHERE I WILL BADE TO HEAVEN SEND NOT GOOD ENOUGH BE WILL NIFLHEIM[A Crate…
The Struggle Is RealBy LeVara Cox I’m just speaking in generalWhat goes onInside the mind of…
Cell CriesBy Rachael Noviskey Freedom.Freedom.Freedom.We don’t feelthat here.I fearwe have to peerthrough the tears.I come froma…
