Life Under the Knife

My job in the library was my only peace in prison. The library was a little room, it couldn’t have been more then the size of a rich person’s… More

Fifty Percent

I stand beneath the eaves at the back entrance to a prison school classroom watching the rain. A double row of chain-link fencing topped by spools of razorwire separate… More

Prison Sexuality

Many will consider this a perverse subject, one they would rather ignore than discuss. To do so is to deny nature. For those concerned with the health and well-being… More

Countdown in Fear

We call him Little Z. Today he received in the mail the news he had been fearing, word from the trial court that he has been assigned an execution… More

The Horizon Rises

Wednesday. It is Wednesday, isn’t it? What happened to Saturday? Did it devour Sunday and Monday and Tuesday, and was it now hungrily eyeing Wednesday’s infant morning? This savage… More

Covenants

Teacher . . . Teacher. What it mean when I wearing an orange color suit and I standing in front of me auntie house and the house be white… More

Mascara

When the cell door opened, I was deep in a comfortable sleep. My eyes opened on instinct alone. There could only be one of several reasons for this blasphemous… More

Made in the USA

The pictures that came out of Iraq told a brutal story. No, not the ones to which the public has grown disturbingly apathetic, those of American soldiers in action… More

FIGHT BOOK BANS with PEN AMERICA

Books are being banned at alarming rates across the country. Help PEN America uncover these bans and fight for the freedom to write and read.