The Whitfeld Files

Author's Note This is a work of nonfiction. The descriptions of events are based on personal experiences of the author, court transcripts, affidavits, law enforcement documents, reports, and audiotaped interviews,… More

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UntitledI wrestle with my morning coffeeshuffling pagesin a trancelike state ofnewspaper consciousness.Bomblast leaves fourteen dead in Mombasa:or was in eighteen? two Isrealis for sureThe Kenyans existin a faded one-liner.West… 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

Walls (an excerpt)

On the other side of the world, thirty years after Billy died in Vietnam, Brophy lay face down the grass of another valley as bullets hit the ground nearby.… 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

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

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

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

Prisoner

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