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Art by James Kunkel I woke up in a dark corn field, facedown in a puddle…
by James Kunkel
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Art by James Kunkel I woke up in a dark corn field, facedown in a puddle…
by James Kunkel
I stumbled across her while traipsing through the prison yards searching for unusual vegetation and wildlife…
by Linda Henning
The LWOP community here at SATF has become interested in data accountability. Numbers have always been…
by William Curl
“Get y’all asses up!” My dad burst into my and my older brother’s bedroom at 2…
by Delbert Williams
Family on my daddy’s side, call me little Mike – everybody except him. The reason would…
by Michael Larue Thomas
A prisoner had been dead for hours by the time the guards found him. The other…
by April Towery
Why does the rainbow exist? The following account of the astonishing world-consuming event which ends with…
by Joyce Myers
Write this off as Devil’s Work, Pure Evil, if you will, and believe in that sort…
by Don Bates
