Poetry by Patrick Jones
It’s on MeBy Patrick Jones Somewhere…Hidden deep inside of meBowed back with arms outstretchedArthritic digits, crackling…
It’s on MeBy Patrick Jones Somewhere…Hidden deep inside of meBowed back with arms outstretchedArthritic digits, crackling…
Learned WorthlessnessBy Eric Sandefur You can be taughtTo give up all attemptsAt escape, relief, releaseOr, at…
TyrannyBy Arthur Roy Morrison Tyranny would be, if not for aspirations of equity for the whole.…
VentilationBy Stanley Ransom I forgive yet I’ll never forget. Years spent in the clinks because of…
JailedBy Kevin Souffrant By the time the cell doors closedMy whole reality has been removedMy existence…
Love Is…By Shakeil Price Love is the highest form of understanding.Love is the very essence of…
The Plight of a Black Man In 21st Century America Post-Jim Crow-Willie LynchBy Kevin Jackson When…
CowedBy Steven Norfolk He was a small boy to begin with. Unable. In a house with…
How Writing Helped Me Survive PrisonBy Edward Belton I’m not sure exactly when it happened, but…
A Simple Wooden RectangleBy Brandi Wentworth A simple wooden rectangle, measuring 3 x 10 inches long,…
