Poetry by Jason Schmidt
Ghost Memory By Jason Schmidt Paddling in a fog, on rivers made from all my fears.…
by Jason Schmidt
Ghost Memory By Jason Schmidt Paddling in a fog, on rivers made from all my fears.…
by Jason Schmidt
New Mexico has reached the apex and nadir in the national surveys on the most violent state in…
by Linda Hennings
I woke this morning to yet another gloomy, rainy day. My “home” prison rests at the…
by Burl N. Corbett
“Look for a long time at what pleases you, and longer still at what pains you.”…
by Ignacio Carillo
Tears fill my eyes as I pull into the bank’s parking area. I take a few…
by Walter W. Rice
“Lord, I’m thankful for all you have provided.” The sun rises on my prayers and my…
by Santonio Murff
Ultimately, we are all responsible for our own education or lack thereof. I’ve always been secretly…
by Brian Fuller
To read Part One click here Prison is an uneasy, shotgun marriage of routine and chaos.…
by Thomas Bartlett Whitaker
