Secure Housing Unit
I arrived at Corcoran State Prison in Northern California on April 4, 2002 at 5:30 P.M.…
by Horace Thomas
I arrived at Corcoran State Prison in Northern California on April 4, 2002 at 5:30 P.M.…
by Horace Thomas
The inner city polluted air was filled with car horns and police sirens. A chaotic scene,…
by Jerit Aaron
“Ain’t no punk!” I heard vaguely from the side. Pausing from my duties as the computer…
by Michael Wayne Hunter
It is an unseasonably hot day in late January when I arrive at the Correctional Training…
by Cameron Terhune
She WantsBy Vincent Brauford She wants She needs She wants a big house with a big…
by Vincent Brauford
MemoriesBy Horace Thomas I miss standing on the cornerWhile the sky pours rainThe smell of fresh…
by Horace Thomas
It was an unforgettable sound–subtle and quaint. At least it had been. Rodney felt chills down…
by Ramelle Kamack
Mariupol, Ukraine It felt like early afternoon, perhaps later, but time made no difference then. Far…
by Ramelle Kamack
SheBy Luis Marquez Prieto She’s different, she’s not the person she once used to be. She…
by Luis Marquez Prieto
From 1984 until 2002, I was housed on San Quentin’s death row before I was sentenced…
by Michael Wayne Hunter
