Poetry and Art by Bao Vu Nguyen
AwakeningBy Bao Vu Nguyen I enter the prison yard with shameDraped over me like a soiled…
by Bao Vu Nguyen
AwakeningBy Bao Vu Nguyen I enter the prison yard with shameDraped over me like a soiled…
by Bao Vu Nguyen
The Occurrence of GuiltBy Terry Little WHAT Guilt is a burden often carried,Circumvention is rarely married,It’s…
by Terry Little
It was the start of another liquid day at Morristown State Psychiatric Hospital. “Cheryl-the-Squirrel-Girl” sat on…
by Burl N. Corbett
The world is a prison. – Goethe If you’ve ever been incarcerated, then you know what…
by Terry Daniel McDonald
Art by James Kunkel I woke up in a dark corn field, facedown in a puddle…
by James Kunkel
The LWOP community here at SATF has become interested in data accountability. Numbers have always been…
by William Curl
Paradise (For Mama) By Reginald Sinclair Lewis The State kept me in shackles and chains on…
by Reginald Sinclair Lewis
I like to drink on the job. That’s why I worked for myself and paid a…
by Michael Braae
Quickly, now: when I say the word “prison”, what visual imagery immediately pops into mind? You…
by Thomas Bartlett Whitaker
