God, Grant Me the Serenity
I never liked talking on the phone. Even now, in prison, where the most efficient connection…
by Kashawn Taylor
I never liked talking on the phone. Even now, in prison, where the most efficient connection…
by Kashawn Taylor
I Don’t Pray But…~By: John-Russell Bossé I don’t pray but I pray that somehow our Republic…
by By John-Russell Bossé
UntitledBy Michael P. Mark Jr. Thine eyes divineThou hast left me without lifeTo live is to…
by Michael Mark
Dedicated to my sister Sue He knew that he must keep still while he waited for…
by John-Russell Bossé
DrowningBy Joshua WhittingtonWritten in isolation, November 2022 She floats in a river of sorrow, drowning in…
by Joshua Whittington
“Hey honey, look at these children playing basketball,” said the women to her disinterested husband seated…
by Kashawn Taylor
Dedicated to a lawyer Mom knew At first, I could not believe it was him. I…
by John-Russell Bossé
Suddenly and wholly, I was ten years old again. Playing in a backyard I never had,…
by Kashawn Taylor
“How many, on the contrary, are fed with evil influences, street associations, and are thus poisoned…
by Carlos Rebollo
The Bathroom Just Smells Better During Late Night, Okay?By Kashawn Taylor at last!I topple offmy bunk,…
by KaShawn Taylor
