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Madness

What if Madness is nothing more than a pawn assigned to particularly susceptible individuals by an infinitely corrupt and evil shot-caller? What might one discover if he could see… More

Prisoner

In the confusion/ of the thunderstorm/ they broke out, sliced/ their hands to ribbons/ on the razor wire/ because they had to More

The Glove Compartment

For everyone in else in my family, the realization came gradually: a gesture here, a phrase there eventually added up to what they had seen all along but had… More

All Heaven’s Lights

Pete Miller woke up exasperated—he'd almost caught it but like a thief, the scent had escaped with his dream.. The old cowboy rubbed sleep from his rheumy eyes, wondering… More

Prison Poets

Everywhere solitary prisoners begin to create the words of the new dialogue.- Octavio Paz, 1949 The poet in him flounders in a morass of lies and distortions about his conquered… More

Banana

A spat between two cellies, It helps break post lockdown monotony, The boredom created when locked in a cage, A tiny cage for night's remainder. More

Dog Flips Burgers

Too politically correct to chase cats / Listens to classical music on PBS / Supports union demands / Burns paw on grill / Swats another fly More

No Moon

No MoonI was afraid this wouldhappen the way the nightlooks with no moonThe way the wind whistlesoff the back porchYou want to love meHow can I tell youI have… More

Freedom

Prisoners like to talk about the conditions in other prisons, as if the comparison might improve their mood, or give them another reason to voice a complaint. So when… More

A Taste of Honey

It has been a long time since I had seen or tasted honey. When they shoved a tray of mush under the door one morning, I looked at the… More