Retired from the Game
Retired from the Game“Umm . . . excuse me, miss.” I halted the sensuous stride of the six-feet beauty of a correctional officer.“Yes?” she snapped, pausing with an attitude,… More
Learning to Swim
Gary Shively 103443 Powhatan Correctional Center, D7 State Farm, VA 23160 I am sinking. Just like a stone, I am sinking. Coils from the black icy depths pulling me under. My scream is… More
Six Basement
I was 12 months into my bit in reform school and had caught some kind of awful disease. I had sores all over, with puffy scabs on them. They… More
No More With the Neighbors
The year is 1964, things are quiet in our little farming town in upstate Illinois. I am six years old and just starting to learn about the world outside,… More
A Fresh End
It is important to find the right place for an ending. Places we pass through are easily forgotten; whether the right place at the right time or not, we… More
Days in Prison
Día 4Mi nueva vida me ha llevado a latir en forma de embrión o de mundo. Tengo una interconexión con el embrión de cada ser humano. Vi todos los… More
Ahmed Ali: Baghdad, Damascus, Atlanta
I was eighteen years old, in the final stage of high school. This meant I had to join the army, unless I got a letter authorized by the Minister… More
How Big a Character is Xin
Between heaven and earth, the flakes of snow are fluttering and dancing, as if writing a letter . . . Oh! How big a letter! How big a book! When I was teaching… More
Voices from the Bottom Rung of Society
Yes. I used to drive a human-waste truck. Nobody looked down on me because I was handling shit. My clients called me Master Zhou. More
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