Soliloquy In A Cell
Nothing seems to be anything but a total miscarriage lost in the stigma of pronouncing due process. ‘Branded’ Sank’s scars depress a prisoner of society.“A good man can be… More
Brown Grave, And Me
Phillip James Roberson(pen name: Kamara Mtengenzaji)Box No. B-27585Represa, CA 95671 The First time I ever saw Brown Gravy was back in the Summer of 1958. I was in the Los… More
Sonnet—To The Moon
Sonnet—To The MoonIn temperance and faith hast thou for yearsWatched o’er me. Thou hast smiled whene’er I gainedSmall, human gains and bitterly wept tearsOf light to save me when… More
Strip Search
William Miller88A043 B-5-26Box BDannemora, NY 12929Strip SearchI am standing nudeto the leftof a half open windowin the middle of Octoberand the cool airchills melike an artificial kiss.I am being… More
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
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
Sarah White & Yvette Louisell: An Interview
SW: Yvette, you write both poetry and prose. Are there things you feel best able to say in a poem and others that feel more suitable for a prose… More