Letter to My Grandnephew
I have a little yellow plastic bead shaped like an elephant. It is standing on a small red, hexagonal box that sits on top of my TV set. The… More
Appeals from the Senseless
I’ll flood the courts with my appeals. / I’ll complain about my prison meals. // Here’s another thing I refuse to see. / The courts are slow because of… More
People I Know
They are girls in buffalo stances, / that dance for men they hate, / who even sometimes hate themselves, / but still paint the pain on in the morning… More
Prison Diary
How can I communicate what it is like to get arrested when you have one four month old daughter and a second daughter on the way, and then be… More
Of Ash and Bone
Even the legend of the two self-garroters varied according to the storyteller. In some versions the men were star-crossed lovers who died tragically, side by side. In others the… More
Painting the Sunset
It’s said that too many cooks spoil the broth and two women under one roof is one too many. It couldn’t have been easy for my Aunt Margie to… More
The High Desert Sessions
Time rather than education is the great leveler, Li. Eventually you’ll come around to my way of thinking, everyone will. You are definitely on the wrong side of history,… More
Midnight at the Manatee
Thirty-nine inches from tip to tip, / it must have weighed, I bet, almost forty pounds. / You teased me as we passed another angler, offering / to… More
LP’s and Girlz
Oh, SHE was All Too Real my friendz and beloved readerz because I tell you she literally bumped elbows with me as we both hunted for those heavenly 12-inch… More
The PEN Ten with Richard Nash
I'd beg the imprisoned writer to try to remember her teenaged self. The intensity, the outrage, the sentiment, the naïveté, the resentment, the joy. More
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