Poetry by Logan Mott
What Makes Me WakeBy Logan Mott These walls can speakAnd but a whisper that they needTo…
by Logan Mott
What Makes Me WakeBy Logan Mott These walls can speakAnd but a whisper that they needTo…
by Logan Mott
The FixBy James Bonds See my pupils dilateeach time I self-medicateI can feel my heart palpitateas…
by James Bonds
Educational GoalsBy Shara Cooper “Princess you should go to law school!” Words spoken by my pops…
by Shara Cooper
I love new beginnings. I’ve compiled a lifetime of them. But I have a blind spot…
by John DiMenna
Imagine This By Ronald W. Clark Jr. Imagine existing in a 9 by 7 …. 63…
by Ronald C. Clark Jr. (FL)
When I arrived at federal prison, a minimum-security camp north of Boston, a muddled brotherhood was…
by John DiMenna
I’d be standing on the sidewalk outside my office, traffic teeming with cars, trucks, vans, and…
by John DiMenna
The first thing my lawyer told me to do was to write down the things I…
by John DiMenna
A Different Kind of Hell You can survive prison, and you can recover from prison, but…
by John DiMenna
THE THINGS I DID The first thing my lawyer told me to do was to write…
by John DiMenna
